It can be seen, it went, all one to one,
And it is hard to understand and forgive anything
In the dim light of the rain rain knocks on the glass,
And call, do not call our summer.
In the empty soul burns fire,
Will be smoke in the night our meetings with you,
And forgive, and forget, not to return anything,
Both chose us to loneliness.
I will ask you a gloomy day about one thing:
Do not throw in the fire to the foliage of the past summer,
It is said that this smoke is bad sign,
Do not throw in the fire to the foliage of the past summer,
I am afraid that this will be ahead of us somewhere.
Black ash through smoke will fall a rustle,
I will look like your other, and face, and soul,
And behind the flat rain of September
You, encountering with me, do not recognize me.
I will ask you a gloomy day about one thing:
Do not throw in the fire to the foliage of the past summer,
It is said that this smoke is bad sign,
Do not throw in the fire to the foliage of the past summer,
I am afraid that this will be ahead of us somewhere.
