Текст песни Ксения Полтава - На Краю Летнего Времени

At the edge of the daylight saving time
Where there are three dimensions to nowhere
We were circling loops dead
In the sky, empty and wanted to go into the fourth,

In terms of the latter crush
And stand still at the edge of summer time,
Where have compiled lists
Loaded luggage in the dark, flights announced.

Chorus. (2x)

 And rare clouds floating above his head.
 All "so long!" We'll fly with you
 As if with a black chalk board erase
 Our guilt shooter translating one hour forward.

Losing.

At the edge of the daylight saving time
Where there are three dimensions to nowhere
Let us live on Earth live
Dahl broad cloud over your head swim.