Текст песни Ольга Макеева - Летняя рапсодия

Summer Merzalo, cried, sang
I made everything that I wanted
Fine candle, flame bright
Summer burned out, became a litter

Summer, swinging the night to the headboard,
Night, alive, or love,
Either crazy, thoughtless toast
The one that deprives and sleep and rest.

Today it is cold. In the park trees
Naked and reigns
Where the fun reigned fun -
This is a farewell, it's a hangover,

Tina on the walls of an empty well,
Scale, bloom - but in the soul remains
Poles and vodka woven
That that always dies last:

They say that the missing summer grows
Sunlight so generously sogreto,
And, rested wings to install,
We fly, leaving behind your back

Winter boredom, autumn sluck ...
But why do you want to cry?
This is no longer love, not longing,
This is not autumn rings from the temple,

It's from a long-standing, summer sleep
She returned to us for a moment -
This music...