Текст песни Рина Любомиров - LaRa и Рина Любомиров - Заболело даже лето

Even summer is sick - 2

My dear went, the soul flashed.
She picked up the echo of the cry of my soul,
From such poison, I am not at me now.
The herbs began to grieve, night struck.

Chorus
Even summer is ill
All flooded the night fog.
I got sick, and somewhere
On the soul, Tosca Duman.

2.
My dear went to distant edges.
I burst into the thunderstorms on fun.
Our river is a stormy tale leads water -
My dear, as if I moved forever.

From such poison, I am not at me now.
The herbs began to grieve, night struck.
And longing wipped all the night fog.
I fell into the way of lies, verbal wounds.

Chorus
Even summer is ill
And stole all the fog.
I got sick, and somewhere
On the soul of Tosca Duman.