Текст песни Віталій Білоножко - Ярмарок

As our summers went to the fair,
The hopes were cheerful and sweet.
And now our summers are coming from the fair
Sad and empty.

Chorus:
Youth stared into the mirror of joy, joy,
And he still does not see the youth of old age, old age.

As our summers went to the fair,
They were the ones who were already bleeding.
And now our summers are coming from the fair,
Oh, they lose horseshoes.

Chorus.

Choose a fate went to the fair,
In fact, fate chose us there,
Because everyone has their own at that fair
Cuckoo forged.

Chorus.

Chorus.