Текст песни Игорь Лазарев - Август

Filling the vague gloom with glare
Over my life, lopsided
You fly high, moon-faced
Disperse the clouds, dark-eyed

The mist of my eye is covering me
The head is buzzing like a booming bell
This is your braid
Waves on my chest

It was your fire that scattered sparks
On dry brushwood - my gut
This is your Byzantine name
Branches whispered in the damp forest

We bend with tongues of flame
We bend the black river in a bend.
And all night long from fast breathing
We braid strange accords.

Nightingales in the surrounding woods click
Rejoicing in the Earth's warmth and caress
And higher and higher - the sun is red-cheeked
As if on an Asian flag.