Lyrics Городской романс - Песня в окошко стучится

We fell asleep cheerful birds, laid down under the dew grass
And the song knocks on the window and quietly drops the words.

But I will not go on a walk, one will sit without fire,
Let them in a familiar clearing, harmonica sings without me.

Losing

Summer ends in daisies, nightingales have long ceased to sing,
And he does not give me the answer to my girlish feelings.

Perhaps the answer is afraid, perhaps the fate is such
Only the song knocks on the window and quietly drops the words.
Only the song knocks on the window and quietly drops the words.