Первая встреча [Pervaya vstrecha] [Historia de un amor] [English translation]

In the noisy city we have met in spring,

We didn't go home till the morning.

The dawn put out all the stars, and the night wasn't enough for us,

To tell each other everything.

In the noisy city we have met in spring,

We then walked together along so many streets,

How many times then we said goodbye and back again you and I,

So we can start all over.

It would've been better to forget, not to remember this hour, this day.

It would've been better never to see your dear eyes again.

But once more the spring wind rushing through the windows and call.

It's in a hurry flying towards me, singing it's tender song.

Maybe, there is nothing new in those words,

This rendezvous, like thousands of others.

Let it look like any others- but for me it's first, I'd rather

Have only one .

• Artist:Klavdiya Shulzhenko