Текст песни Аквариум - Новые книги для счастливых людей

Summer in the city is too hot
In summer, no one knows who he is
I call on the door - someone will reveal to me
But I do not know who I discovered
And the one who opens does not know who I am

Summer in the city is too hot
The familiar streets become dangerous place
Asphalt is flowing like a river. I think I see the bottom
I can see the bottom, and someone makes, makes, makes signs

But I do not want to go to the bottom
Somebody give me a hand
I know that in the hottest days
Someone writes, writes, writes
New books for happy people

I'll meet you when I go on glass
You want to know that I, too, made of flesh and blood
You want to heat but I'll give dangerous advice:
Do what you can. Tomorrow
It may be late, late, late

No one can shift the balance
Take over a part of the cargo
In the name of the one who in the hot days
He writes, writes, writes, writes
New books for happy people