3-e Sentyabrya
Chernikovskaya Hata
September 3rd
Everything's off, everything's not right:
You're my friend, I'm your foe,
How did things go so wrong between us?
It was April, and we swore in love, but alas,
A yellow leaf flew by the boulevards of Moscow.
September 3rd - a day of farewell,
A day when the rowan fires burn.
Like fires, promises burn.
A day when I'm completely alone.
September 3rd - a day of farewell,
A day when the rowan fires burn.
Like fires, promises burn.
A day when I'm completely alone.
Because everything was serious between us
On September second.
