Текст песни Шуфутинский - На ладони спелая малина, на пороге лета середина...

You say you do not have to regret ,
What's ahead too many holidays
I do not have - a lot
I want one favorite for years
But as easy as it ripples
Time seems to fly , and does not go away
And so eager to not over
summer never

Pr . In the palm of ripe raspberries
On the threshold of the middle of the summer
Much or little we have left
These gold careless days
In the palm of ripe raspberries
But winter will inevitably
A raspberry - berry summer

I do not want to think about the past
And trust steepness photos
If happiness in the past
Memory only causes suffering
This is your day and do not think , do not think about
What will happen tomorrow , let's find out tomorrow
And now live and anguish say
Goodbye!