Текст песни Валерий Виткин - Снова с судьбой спорю

It has long faded summer,
and autumn is almost sung,
only in the depths of the soul somewhere
He did not die a whim.
Plucked duo solo
and there is no word for it.
You know, because I'm back
back on our beach.

It's like arguing with fate,
one in November to the sea,
where warm pores Dawns
They dropped into the surf laughter ...
And now the beauty of the slopes
hid wind moans
and washed with the fate of the waves
our common sin to you.

It became bright gray Resort,
about something screaming gulls,
Do you remember how we hot
Native here flights shower,
as the singing strings of hearts,
as the gentle light of the moon was,
and our thought with you
I do not touch anyone's husband.

But love card bits
and somewhere with him again you
both on the razor's edge
sweeps its falsity.
And I, becoming rain is near,
He joins a list of losses
and if the patient ghost
back on our beach.