Oh, you managed to call me on the first of April Everyone told me all day, but I laughed and did not believe I did not rush through the rain and did not burn with impatience Behind the curtain of your window to see your reflection. Well, then we could not get through to each other for a long time That day, like a sheet of a calendar, remained a blank page The hall is filled, the lights are out - I, as always, will start over Let there be music so that this song does not end. The first of April is the first for us The fun is over - that's the whole story for you The first of April is the feast of vanity Days fly, weeks - how far are you... I hid from everyone for a long time - where and when I was buried And my happy laughter is hidden - its mirror, pure ringing I can’t return the spring day - yesterday, it’s like a mirage He is a dying shadow and a resurrecting whim. ... And the autumn days are empty - they no longer warm Boulevards, streets, bridges - we are separated again and again The hall is filled, the lights are out - I'll start over for the hundredth time Let there be music so that this song does not end. The first day of April is already the seventh for us And again a hangover - that's the whole story for you The first day of April is a feast of vanity Days go by, weeks... Translation Google