Текст песни Александр Дулов - На краешке лета

Wormwood turned white

                          Poems V.Popova

Wormwood turned white, St. John's wort turned yellow
And there were such crazy dawns.
Washed your hair with rainwater
Amid tall grass and on the edge of summer.

Ran to the abandoned house of the forester,
She said offended: "My dear, where are you?"
I kissed you on the threshold of the fishing line
Amid tall grass and on the edge of summer.

Your lips smelled of meadow grass
Wildflowers, and the sun, and the wind.
You were like a bird captivated by me
Amid tall grass and on the edge of summer.

I didn't want to let you go,
It seemed to believe in some evil omens.
And now I can not find a trace
Amid tall grass and on the edge of summer.