Текст песни Yor - Летняя лихорадка

shitty canceled for unknown reasons D'SounD RaP BattLe vol.1

in their ghetto meet summer
I want to go where the smell of the salty wind
Believe me, we will not catch rain
gulls, warm white night
time off, trample your Sands
in this freedom would be not to sadness
reflections of water, melt the edge
feel the value of the lost paradise
standing on the shore, waiting for his wave
chasm in her open arms, but do not go to the bottom
if he is in captivity, the red ball sinks
ukrati his fire water depth
my share-will, hear the surf
every day on the battlefield climb out of hiding
Give a surge of fresh energy charge
..tam the sky just you and say.