3-е сентября

There are dates that stick in your memory more than any holiday. September 3 is not just a date on the calendar, but a symbol of impossible dialogue, when bonfires burn not for warmth, but for farewells. Leaves fly along the boulevards, photographs stare back, and it seems as if the whole country sighs with this autumnal “why.” The song sounds like an eternal ritual: the page has been turned, but the memories have not gone anywhere - they stubbornly return with the calendar.

Music - Igor Krutoy

Lyrics - Igor Nikolaev