Rugpjūčio lietus, August Rain, Дождь августа

August Rain August rain in the morning quietly speaks with the windows Tenderly kissing them, murmuring lullaby. Wake up, little sweetheart, the world is so beautiful You risk sleeping it all through and the time doesn’t stop …The fog above the dark river, Smells of soil, Brave beauty of dahlias, Clear light of innumerable stars The bird of the warm wind passes by, Yellow leaf falls on the window sill, Autumn is awaited by my heart… Wake up child The world is so beautiful One can miss the most interesting And the time never stops