Текст песни Эдуард Асадов - Где-то месяц...

For about a month it floats in the rye
Somewhere people cry with happiness
Hold me, hold me
It won't be like this again
There will be just a scarlet dawn
And sunsets are like all sunsets
Something important in us will die
We ourselves will be to blame
Very simple, not an answer
Why even at seventeen
We are gullible like children ...
You see the month is floating in the rye
You see there is no peace in the silence
Hold me, hold me
And stroke your cheek with your hand ...

Eduard Asadov