Nothing's right, it's all wrong: You're my friend, I'm your foe. This is not how it's meant to be. Words of love said in spring Blown away by the wind, Buried by autumn leaves In the old Moscow streets. Oh September thirday of parting, Day when fire burns among the trees. Vows that we made burn to nothing On the day of loneliness and grief. I’m tearing off another day – And it's September third again. Look at your photo in the frame – AAnd it's September third again. I can't explain, I can't explain Why did we have to separate With nothing standing in our way The day before this date. I can't explain, I can't explain Why did we have to separate With nothing standing in our way The day before this date. I can't explain, I can't explain Why did we have to separate With nothing standing in our way The day before this date.
