Текст песни Анна Завальская - Отголоски Лета

In a way, apart from the new kilometers,
And away the dusty strip-boom
Rush, exposing tanned face the wind,
At a speed falls summer heat.

Chorus:
Echoes of the summer, in the fields of Notes
We leave the path.
On the way to drop the autumn calendar
In the hot, hot in our days.

All mirage increases, will not return,
But we are happy to live quite simply.
Horizon Line, glass, glare of the sun.
My favorite music on the wave.

Chorus:
Echoes of the summer, in the fields of Notes
We leave the path.
On the way to drop the autumn calendar
In the hot, hot in our days.

We'll leave on the way!

On the way to drop the autumn calendar ...
In the hot, hot in our days.