July it
was * hot
Asphalt melted through the construction site
On this great summer weekend
I hurried to visit her
I was blanking out
These ones the wind cleared
And a crazy desire
Give this evening
This girl from Tverskoy
The image of the old street
On the face of the spring blood
And eyes like two olives
This girl from Tverskoy
The image of the old street
Disappeared like a comet
Old yard and old house
Here I settled comfortably Centuries and centuries
Forever stopped Quiet, let that house now
But the memories are called And in the eyes it stands like a dream
This girl from Tverskoy The image of the old street
On the face of the spring blood And eyes like two olives
This girl from Tverskoy The image of the old street
On the face of the spring blood And eyes like two olives
Disappeared like a comet
Quiet,
let that house now
But the memories are called
And in the eyes it stands like a dream This girl from Tverskoy
The image of the old street On the face of the spring blood
And eyes like two olives This girl from Tverskoy
The image of the old street On the face of the spring blood
Disappeared like a comet