Лето [Leto] [English translation]

Summer picked up paints

You want white, you want red

And green, wander through the alleys

By midnight blue, gray

And the most distant whitest

To catch nomad clouds

Summer picked up the threads

What happened - look

And you will understand what you need to understand

On the orange boulevards

On the asleep sidewalks

Clouds-nomads look for

Summer picked up paints

It was exactly in a fairy tale

It was with us, so do not repeat

The wind suddenly carries away the foliage

And autumn is knocking on the windows

And he calls to wash away the colors with him