The ice is covering the puddles quietly, do you remember us
Kissing all night long to the sound of waves crashing?
I know I cannot have this summer back
But when my soul is full of saddness, in my memories I bring up

The yacht, the sail, there are only two of us in this world
Yalta*, August, and you and me are in love.
The yacht, the sail, there are only two of us in this world
Yalta, August, and you and me are in love.

Too bad we had to break up - the trip was over
And the train car was carrying me to Novaya Kakhovka**
I will never forget the nights under the moonshine and your smile
You gave me a postcard, and that on that postcard there were

The yacht, the sail, there are only two of us in this world
Yalta, August, and you and me are in love.
The yacht, the sail, there are only two of us in this world
Yalta, August, and you and me are in love.