3 сентября #1 (Cover RMX)

[Chorus] I’ll turn the calendar anew, And it’s September third anew. At your photo I will look through, And it’s September third anew. But why, oh why, tell me why, Did we have to say goodbye? It was real, I don’t deny, On September second, high. But why, oh why, tell me why, Did we have to say goodbye? It was real, I don’t deny, On September second, high. [Verse 2] Cranes in a white flight, Your daughter, my son so bright — All they want is warmth and light. We played love like a game, In the cold wind’s bitter claim, Played together, just the same, Then it ended — no one to blame. [Pre‑Chorus] September third — farewell day, When rowan fires light the way. Promises burn just like they say, On the day I’m all alone, they stay. [Chorus] I’ll turn the calendar anew, And it’s September third anew. At your photo I will look through, And it’s September third anew. But why, oh why, tell me why, Did we have to say goodbye? It was real, I don’t deny, On September second, high. But why, oh why, tell me why, Did we have to say goodbye? It was real, I don’t deny, On September second, high. [Guitar solo] [Chorus] I’ll turn the calendar anew, And it’s September third anew. At your photo I will look through, And it’s September third anew. But why, oh why, tell me why, Did we have to say goodbye? It was real, I don’t deny, On September second, high. But why, oh why, tell me why, Did we have to say goodbye? It was real, I don’t deny, On September second, high.