Happiness is just summer

Happiness is just summer Where the rendezvous is until dawn And the eyes, and the stars nearby Serce believes in serenades Summer is just a joy Where are the intoxicating herbs of the spirit Where are the Romashkov fortune-telling And for the luck of the anticipation The sound of ripe apples on the roof The lips are sweet from the berries Braiding his hands together Suddenly the verses become a song Summer is just a miracle Stars scattering emeralds Throwing a dress on the sand The moon splashes in the river Happiness is just summer Who would doubt that? If only it weren't for the heat Yes, bloodsuckers are midges