When a Summer Day.

When a summer day waves its final goodbye,
You can't bring it back once it's gone.
When the love is lost and no tears left to cry,
Just forgive… and try to move on.
Why waste the time chasing moments long past,
Or searching for chances that flew?
It's better to let go and turn a new page—
Begin something honest and true.

When the night unfolds its umbrella of stars,
And the lamplight flickers alone,
A comet may fall from the sky with a spark,
And sorrow may chill to the bone.
Remember the roar of your Harley so free,
Chasing a dream down the line.
The wind couldn't catch you—it tried helplessly,
But you left it far behind.

When life makes you walk an uncharted new road,
With no signs or maps in your hand,
You might want to gamble, defy every code—
It takes fire to make a bold stand!
Don’t torture your soul with the "what ifs" and doubt,
Or fortunes in coffee grounds read.
It's better to risk it and fight your way out
Than beg for the life that you need.


And when your long journey has led you back home,
Exhausted, but finally near—
You’ll know in that moment, no longer alone,
What "a taste of joy" means clear.
Perhaps all the sorrow was worth it to feel
That peace you had once as a boy—
Returning to love that no time can conceal—
To childhood, to home, to joy.

Текст Елены Беловой, в переводе на английский язык.
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