Текст песни Николай Турченков - LaRa и Николай Турченков - Заболело даже лето

Even the summer is sick - 1
My dear went, the sadness reversed.
She picked up the echo of the cry of my soul,
From such poison there is no one to help.
The herbs began to grieve, the night struck.

Chorus
Even summer is ill
Everything crashed fog.
I got sick, and somewhere
On the soul, Tosca Duman.

Ratchwise Bed to prophesate,
And it throws me in a shiver.
The heart really wants to believe
That the words of that river lie.

2.
My dear left, in distant edges.
I burst into the thunderstorms on fun.
Our river is a turbulent tale water:
My dear, as if I moved forever.

Chorus
Even summer is ill
Everything crashed fog.
I got sick, and somewhere
On the soul of Tosca Duman.

Ratchwise Bed to prophesate,
And it throws me in a shiver.
The heart really wants to believe
That the words of that river lie.

3.
I do not tear me the river, faith there is no you,
In that our meeting, we are not on fate.
Cute did not say goodbye to know why?
Figure bird will fly to it.

Chorus
Even summer is ill
Everything crashed fog.
I got sick, and somewhere
On the soul of Tosca Duman.

Ratchwise Bed to prophesate,
All I'm thrown into a shiver.
The heart really wants to believe
That the words of that river lie.