Текст песни Богушевская Ирина - Сад со сверчком

Filling the days of love,
filling the days of sorrow,
floating down the river,
drooping sails, oars thrown.
And the desert nights
shining star I despair.
Behind - the sound of water.
Will joy ahead?
Autumn soon...
Summer, ay!
Puff.
Summer, ay!
Hear - Cricket.

the keys of eternal youth,
eternal tenderness - and thirst
he manages, baby,
star serrated
scrupulous scorekeeper.
And constellation lovers,
New in every century
dancing slowly float
the sound of his music
to a great night.
Where you call -
silence.
Where are you, call ...
Only - Cricket.

Strekochi, cricket in the accounts.
I'm alone. The coolness of the garden.
Just days will race,
If we subtract from them
my way down the river.
I am ready to abdicate.
I do not think that we should
life jogging
stop.
It's easier
than always waiting for someone.
Summer, fly.
Say no more.
Summer, fly!
We meet again eh?

Filling the days of love,
filling the days of sorrow,
floating down the river,
lowering the sails,
paddle thrown.
And the desert nights
shining star I despair.
Behind - the sound of water.
Will joy ahead?

Joy - ahead.