Текст песни Зухен Пи - Всё придумала сама

In the summer-scented sand,
Summer garden, a bouquet of red
Lent tangled roads
Dust burned neighborhoods
B wrapped in a bundle
And in his hands restrained.

The fist lives winter -
Oblivion has not got a place,
And around the lives winter
Do not count on the pity.
All thought of herself
And the snow was not offended -

What we were not going anywhere
as long as the ink
Do not poured out on paper
and do not become a black sea.
Once the ship has not dreamed,
sail on the boat,
On the paper, and do not mount
- Smoke from the pipes - Nadu.
And we will not fly,
if the glass tram
Do not inhale the aircraft.
It will be a heavenly one,
It counted on a one-two
And our trail get cold at this moment -

In the summer-scented sand,
Summer garden, a bouquet of red
Lent tangled roads
Dust burned neighborhoods
By the sea, in the warmth of tears,
No complaints
all invented herself
And the snow was not offended.