Текст песни Д. Харатьян - Ты где, июль

Swifts sweep over the steppe like trails of bullets,
And again the sun is blinding, and again that July,
With the smell of wormwood it stuck in me forever,
Where youth still walks on the stubble.

Chorus:

Where are you July, where are you July?
What a distance, what a fairy tale
Will not bring in February, will not bring in February,
Your violent heat and crazy colors.

Who is simple, stepping under the bullets - a bloody trail in the grass,
He was buried in July, he has no oblivion,
And they will burn out the memory of dew mercilessly
Who turned out to be a coward forget July about him.

Chorus.

We were so genuinely clean that July
How far away are the blizzards, how clear are the dreams,
And there was plenty of time for friend and foe,
And there were feelings as sharp as the edge of a blade.