Текст песни Влад Кто-то там - Еще одно лето

Another summer has come on the street -
Summer of the soul - in silence, silence, warmth.
I wanted to open windows -
But there are bars on the walls
Colonial and gray, such - tanned.

With every step I could feel the rivers pouring down from the mountains
Rivers are a commodity, just like gasoline.
In a whisper from the branches of trees - I hear an echo.
The difficulty of the path is like a serpentine -
Will there be all infinity until the end of the century?

Hope that someone will change -
All your life, this constraint
Digging as a tool
The vector of the soul can become its color.
Rarity is rare. Flaws are caustic.

We will fly far away, on the wires of the Internet.
Take the cards - we will lose ourselves.
They'll kidnap us - but we'll have time to return before dawn!
Waves - on the dunes of the sand - will swallow all traces -
Following the gusts of warm wind

Tearing the clouds with a screw - a strip is already visible
The first take-off, along with the fall.
So it beckons, the line of the horizon - becoming an achievement.
Will not go nowhere, but will remain here

Rarity is rare. Flaws are caustic.
They have beauty - a moot point
Becoming very visible in the first place
There is a lot of choice - there is both a price and a demand for everything -
In oriental bazaars - of the last century.

Maybe there is an end to the earth, there will be - the harmony of sound and color.
Crescent moon, blue gold
Dharma path and under the Buddha tree.