Текст песни Yahya Kasumov - Август сгорел

The north wind blowing in his face
Responsible evening - I do not care
Looking ukratko, native eyes
There are crowds of other people, but not me
Hundreds of nights spent in the throes
The war is lost, left alone
Summer is burned, and I followed him
Near empty, only the shadows of the spin
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Cold morning
The height of the spring
I am not what you see
Stranglehold I hold dear shoulder
Numeral shaky, I no longer
Trivial evening dull
In a world turned off lights
I'm staring - native eyes
Awkward moment (dick in your mouth)
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The north wind blowing in his face
Responsible evening - I do not care
Looking ukratko, native eyes
There are crowds of other people, but not me
Hundreds of nights spent in the throes
The war is lost, left alone
Summer is burned, and I followed him
Near empty, only the shadows of the spin