Текст песни темвременем - август

The sun shines to everyone, all the glad so life, smiles sparkle in the shade
Shady bottom, because happiness - swamp, that pulls everything lower, calls for yourself

The little thing beats about soft hands, and the legs step towards you
I grew out of happiness, and the curler like the leaves that the children put in the portfolio

All people on the hands of hands go, money on bars, and I'm in bend
Mojito is spilled by the river in her arms, and diluted tears, love for you

and you know, there is no faces for me, there is no you next to me
I left the city is very rushing, and without your hair light, I merged with dirty

Dark at the entrance, and the butterflies fly next to, and the following branches are blocked below
left alone you, with the last month of summer