Александр Левин - Июнь
текст песни

The air gets tired of feasting
at the May plant festivals
the foliage will hum with languor
the lilac brew will cool down
and noon will rise on the bridge
a mustachioed sleepy idol
and only dragonflies will not get tired
ram it on the fly

I'll forget how to write poetry
as long as the smell of linden lasts
while the streets are silent
black and just watered
while no one is waiting for me
don't have to go to work yet
and the sleepers cry with creosote
and the rails groan under the bridge

and the wind in the park will die
like a nobody's dog under a bench
I'll forget how to count forward
steps minutes and pennies
and looking at the dragonfly world
and forgetting everything in the world
I will remain in constant summer
with the inevitability of immortality
and the impossibility of winter