Memory has seized stinging <br />Thoughts do not beat on the hands <br />You’re going and I’m seeing <br />You off to the alien lands <br />You are the constant migrant <br />Looking for good luck <br />You came just to say that you went <br />And you fly again. <br /> So scud. <br /> <br />Summer rain, summer rain <br />It today has pored so early <br />Summer rain, summer rain <br />Will clear my heartache curlie-wurlie <br />We shall share our grieves with it <br />By the water-blind pane <br />Summer rain, summer rain <br />Whispers it to me his wisdom: <br />You will come, come again <br />Come again, to return freedom <br />Missing one’s time is most frequent of life plays <br />With two actors at stage. <br /> <br />Night dreams of you will soon vanish <br />Soon they will perish and, oh! <br />New dream will lighten and get warmth in my old cold home <br />When you have love, don’t seek more loving <br />You’ll realize with time <br />Now you don’t want to hear my cry and you’re lost for a while. <br /> <br />Summer rain, summer rain <br />It today has pored so early <br />Summer rain, summer rain <br />Will clear my heartache curlie-wurlie <br />We shall share our grieves with it <br />By the water-blind pane <br />Summer rain, summer rain <br />Whispers it to me his wisdom: <br />You will come, come again <br />Come again, to return freedom <br />Missing one’s time is most frequent of life plays <br />With two actors at stage.<br /><br />Victor Sklyarov<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/summer-rain-translation-of-the-song-by-igor-talkov/
