It will come, I know, it will come the end of August
and you will have to leave this beach
and return to your friends
and me—you will forget me.
What will become of us, of the entire summer?
Of me, of you, of us—of the past hours?
You will return to your city
and I will lose my happiness.
September awaits us already—autumn then will pass
but I could not, you know, forget about you.
Oh, how I would like to stop time that moves the sea—
the time that carries you away from me.
It will come, I know, it will come the end of August
and then for me it will be the end of everything—
but it will not end as well, you know,
this great love that you give me.
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September awaits us already—autumn then will pass
but I could not, you know, forget about you.
Oh, how I would like to stop time that moves the sea—
the time that carries you away from me.
It will come, I know, it will come the end of August
and then for me it will be the end of everything—
but it will not end as well, you know,
this great love that you give me.
But it will not end as well, you know,
this great love that you give me.
But it will not end ...