| The weather favors rain | 
| Fog sits on the shoulders of houses | 
| I'll turn off the light, move the tulle | 
| And I will look at the city. | 
| My years fly away | 
| And I understand that life has passed, | 
| It's not September yet, but it's already July | 
| And there is a lot to be done. | 
| My years fly away | 
| And I understand that life has passed | 
| It's not September yet, but it's already July | 
| And there is a lot to be done. | 
| And in the twilight of the night, as an invited guest, | 
| The whitened rain is knocking on the window, | 
| And somewhere down in the empty yard | 
| Someone's steps are rushing. | 
| My angel is with me and he does not sleep - | 
| I know he keeps my soul. | 
| I believe - someday at dawn | 
| He will fly after her. | 
| My angel is with me and he does not sleep - | 
| I know he keeps my soul. | 
| I believe - someday at dawn | 
| He will fly after her. | 
| And then, like in a song, after forty days | 
| Holy prayers of my friends | 
| How candles are lit in the silence of the night | 
| Under the singing of selected chapters | 
| And I want to believe that the world is kinder. | 
| And bury your socks in the leaves | 
| And release your dream into the sky | 
| Tired heart unclenched. | 
| And I want to believe that the world is kinder. | 
| And bury your socks in the leaves | 
| And release your dream into the sky | 
| Tired heart unclenched. | 
| The weather favors rain | 
| Fog sits on the shoulders of the houses. | 
| I'll turn off the light, move the tulle | 
| And I will look at the city | 
| My years fly away | 
| And I understand that life has passed | 
| It's not September yet, but it's already July | 
| And there is a lot to be done. |