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

The summertime is giving out

So many days and many nights.

The guitars are singing softly

Pairs of lovers are strolling

Along the streets that

Still belong to youth of mine

When were the school years, at any bad weather,

Out to the streets we used to gone loose.

Through the all those times I hear my mom's voice

The time now be home, with no excuse

Inside of my desk, had forsaken the textbooks,

All that stuff I not gonna miss!

At the door, my boyfriend's shyly looking.

Maybe I'm bit of a hooker

Because I had allowed him to kiss.

it could be different I realize now,

In a fit of temper, the matter went wrong,

First my boyfriend such ' beloved,

In memory, everything' s been covered,

But our dates I can recall for long.