Текст песни В. Понкин - до последней страницы

to the last page

past please
stop torturing her.
leave all her dreams alone.
let the present begin in August
past, let her nerves
cool down.

past, come on, be yourself.
leave her thoughts
and in an instant break off a series of losses.
i want to become one
from the chapters of her life,
but to the last page.
believe me.

because I loved so much
endless autumn
her kisses

because I loved so much
warm summer
her hugs

because I loved so much
native spring
her voices

because I loved so much
snowy winter
her happiness

and now
I keep
on the shelf
your heart
all Seasons
her love.

past,
us
with her
not
before
you.

do you understand?