Текст песни Мерик - Найближче літо

You become further
Knife Peter,
But closer
Knife home
Kiev,
All that said -
Wind,
Probyraye-
chill
neck ,
turn out
Empty
Pockets,
And looking
Something
In hair,
Paris -
He gave
Seine,
And in Boston
returned
Autumn.
and remove
she
Apartments,
I wrote
In the cold
Vienna:
"I
broken
Wings,
And I
wanted
Southward..."
And I'm sorry
This yellow
Autumn,
For all of us
Actually
Children:
"Return
To me
good,
Or at least
In the near
Summer..."