Андрей Шевченко - Чудесный лета аромат вдыхая.
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This is how the wave washes away the summer,
How sad it is to talk about it,
And to remember the warm days,
Cursing the long frosts.

Keeping the warmth in our souls,
We dream of a summer paradise,
And memory, preserving the magic...
Protects me from the cold once again.

I will survive the winter days,
Dreaming of the warmth of the sun,
In my sleep I will lie down on the grass,
Breathing in the wonderful scent of summer.