Текст песни Сергей Войтенко - Лето на ладони

White sea gulls, ships and masts,
Imprints bold on the hot sand,
Beach artists draw you and me
And our careless kisses.

CHORUS:
And the sun is in the palm of your hand, and the summer is in the palm of your hand,
And a white sail is drowning somewhere in the fog of the sea
And the summer appoints us with you
Then we pump it, then it shakes us.

You will try on a sultry-smoky city,
And the wave on tiptoe runs ashore
And unnecessary words will disappear in the fog
Only the southern summer will be between us.

Gliding through the waves, secrets at night
Dizzy from such a summer
They will look at us through the windows of starfalls,
Only we do not need to guess.