Текст песни my RT - rt.1

Do you remember our walks with you?
Parting was forgotten under the starry sky.
Do you remember the moon?
Among the hustle and bustle, we forget friends ...
Which you remember only later
When all is already lost.
And nothing can be returned.
And you think: "How beautiful she is ...
Why didn't I admire her before
When was it just good for me? "
And the stars start to fall more often
When you no longer believe in miracles.
And even the creak of the door is like a sad melody of summer,
And as luck would have it on this long night you only have one cigarette
That smolders like your hope.
And here he is, August -
The last deep breaths of summer.
Now wait for spring - new flashes of light ...