Текст песни Портрет Дориана Грея - Лето

Dm C E am
We are still sad when summer goes away,
And, as before, we are waiting for when it returns again.
Am dm e am
We are soon twenty years old, and we are still poets,
Like your religion love.

We are Balovni Heaven: God beats, and therefore loves.
We prisoners in prison with the title "Fate".
And time, our executioner, breaks - and how to cut off.
Where is the angel number seven, and where is his pipe?

We are still grieving about the former failures,
Still, we want something to come true.
We laugh without reasons, and after bitterly cry
And long watch the distance: where did everything worry?

We want to escape there, where everything else,
There, where spring is mad,
Where leaves and flowers winter under the snow does not hide,
Where autumn does not need anything, and old age.