Школьная пора [Shkol'naya pora] [English translation]

Summer gives us as a gift

lots of days and nights

The guitars sigh tenderly

And again the pairs of lovers

wander in the street of my youth

In the time of school, on any weather

We used to lose ourselves in the yards

Through the years I still hear my mom's voice

That means it's my time to come back home

In the drawer now rest the abandoned books

Which I don't care about anymore

At the gate, the boy is waiting for me

Maybe I was too much bold

For I let myself be kissed

Refrain

Suppose that all could be different

But everything just happend all by chance

My first ever dear boy

The memory more and more fades

But our meeting I remember as it were now