Текст песни Л.Пушистая - Это лето

What a storm in our rules?
We are each other to fly and fly down the road without any rules
Who corrected our ways and maps, compasses?
And who is forced to teach and love the wrong room?

This summer has not come down to us
Prohibitions on display
Kissing her shoulders and eyes
We omit omit sails ...
This summer ...

Grossly unfair life gets drunk, passing one by one
We live without each other, and if life is something that is not with me ...
What a storm in our rules?
We are each other to fly and fly down the road without any rules

This summer has not come down to us
Prohibitions on display
Kissing her shoulders and eyes
We omit omit sails ...
This summer has not come down to us
Prohibitions on display
Kissing her shoulders and eyes
We omit omit omit sails ...
This summer ...