Текст песни Владислав Косарев - Лето, мое лето

Summer, my summer! The land of warmth and light
Black currant and rye over the hillock.
Have a little patience, do not rush to the road,
Wait, darling, under my window.

Let me admire, take a walk in the field!
I spent my youth where I had not seen.
Everything is dreaming of something, everything is waiting for someone,
I would keep walking and waving a green twig.

Tomorrow they won't ask - they will mow my rye.
In an open field, a field, I will be left alone ...
Oh, bloom a daisy, white shirt,
Crane wedge rise into the sky.

Have a little patience, do not rush to the road,
Wait, darling, under my window.