Текст песни WeikEduo - 01. Летняя меланхолия

And so the sun comes
Over the horizon.
And the clouds are so dissolved
In summer fog.
I'm sitting on the roof
And not knowing chords.
Without silent
Barnch on the guitar.
I'm not writing and a couple of lines
For Denechek,
If the inspiration is exhausted
We must delay.
Put on the brains of the lock
And maybe,
After a week, only
Again the entrance to my handwriting.
Accurately outside the cloud window
Sky is blue,
The sun fries there is no urine.
Birds sing their songs
Fresh juicy air.
I have never been
So confused.
And so weak in the shower, that's for sure.
And already commonly
This handwriting on sheets.
This handwriting on sheets ...