[Music by A. Afonchenko & A. Tselobenok, Lyrics by A. Afonchenko]


Here are, when you realized

That that you have believed in according

To you light mindedness is only illusions,

Illusions or sham

And more exactly utopin of that unfeasible

And already unrealizable happiness that was in store by the fate


And that you destroyed, having believed

That you are the master

Of the world, the master of the eternal life what you can control the fate.

But you didn't believe

That it is only a dream

And that all dream

Sometimes finished


This is the last day of the real existence

Sun is shining not as always

Something playful, seducing, attracting


Is being felt in this world, in this

In describable beauty of nature

This is only the light sunlight

That is been slightly

Hidden by the cloud.


Creations driving me to unspeakable delight

Who are you?

The unknown creator, the genius, who crated

This world, this wood, this field, this rain.


But this is the rain.

Warm summer rain, my last summer rain,

My tears of a deep sorrow, tears of revelations,

Tears of bitterness.

I'll never see it again.

How could I be so mistaken,

How could I believe in unreal,

Attracting, but deceptive.

The last summer rain, so tender

So warm, like the most secret dream,

That are going through the last time.

The time has come

He time has come, time of reckoning,

Time of this unknown

That seemed so attractive

And that proved to be so deceptive.

Time of a sleep, of an eternal sleep.