Текст песни Александр Софронов - Июльский блюз

seq. S.Kaplana

July morning alcohol is cool ,
And hot , incoherent speech,
When the tongue touches the hollows
And calling bumps shoulders.

Oh, I inhale a woman ,
While plunging shoulders shaking,
Canvases tent roof
Worried weightless rain ?

What I nashepchut those lips ,
When cooled down from mine,
When will subside easily
July swoon two?

That these my eyes tell
When subsides July flirting,
When will strengthen me thirsty
Hot August alcohol ?