Текст песни Богушевская Ирина - Сад со сверчком

Filling the days with love
filling the days with sorrow,
I float with the flow,
dropping the sails, casting the oars.
And lonely nights
the star of Despair shines on me.
Behind the shoulders - the sound of water.
Will there be joy ahead?
Autumn soon...
Summer, ay!
Silence.
Summer, ay!
You hear - a cricket.

Keys to eternal youth
eternal tenderness - and thirst
he is in charge, baby,
jagged stars
scrupulous accountant.
And the constellations of lovers
new in every century
swim in a slow dance
to the sound of his music
in the great Night.
Where are you, I call -
silence.
Where are you, I call ...
Only a cricket.

Chimes, cricket, on the accounts.
I'm alone. The garden is cool.
The days will rush in the same way
if you subtract from them
my way downstream.
I am ready to renounce.
Everything seems to me that is necessary
life running
stop.
That it's easier
than always waiting for someone.
Summer, fly.
Say no more.
Summer, fly!
Will we see you again?

Filling the days with love
filling the days with sorrow,
I float with the flow
dropping the sails,
throwing oars.
And on lonely nights
the star of Despair shines on me.
Behind shoulders - the sound of water.
Will there be joy ahead?

Joy is ahead.