Анжелика Васильева
English translation: One imperceptibly forgets the little things
just the same as in autumn, a tree dies for its leaves
in the end, sadness is the slow death of simple things
and are those simple things that keep hurting in one's heart
One always goes back to the old places where he used to love life
then is when one comprehends how much he misses the things he cared about
therefore, little boy (girl in other versions) don't leave now dreaming to return
because love is simple and simple things get lost in time
Stay longer here in the light of this midday
where you will find bread on a table under the Sun
therefore, little boy (girl in other versions) don't leave now dreaming to return
because love is simple and simple things get lost in time