Текст песни 27-ой километр - На закате дня

I would like to know if you have forgotten,
As there, in the distance,
In the fields and meadows of sweet flowers
Fire bloomed,
How to burn on the petals amber?

The shaft of the shaft rose solar wave
And singing in the morning.
Golden were the days full of warmth,
Now it's time
Summer grass look through the primer.

Sleep, my wanderer,
Brod yesterday;
Forget about the game and the hubbub of the summer.
His rapid dance
Dancing Bee,
Preparing needle for her honey came at sunset.

Has rung in the grass silent calls.
Shouts owl.
Wither away summer wreaths,
Rustling grass.
In the fields of rocks sagebrush.

Sleep, my wanderer,
Brod yesterday;
Forget about the game and the hubbub of the summer.
His rapid dance
Dancing Bee,
Preparing needle for her honey came at sunset.

(Arkady Semenov)