Текст песни IDE - След

Only a fleeting moment, only one chance,
You touch, not to return, not to keep,
Only a trace of heart to leave,
no scar, but warm dreams print

Lilac white in the wind,
Countless beauties not understand and do not know
I do not know how happy is he
That life dared to your tie,

So you want me to believe it forever.
Forever in May silence, I remain waiting.
All colors of summer ahead,
And the life of the net book

And the blue of the night are not alone, and the moon
Under the stars in the warm hand of clouds,
Heaven immeasurable sorrow
Do not spare us the gifts.
 
The buzzing of bees and the scent of red poppies.
Woke up at noon hour from sleep,
I will be here with a dream, until
With me it will.