Текст песни пАппУри - Лето

Big cities drive me crazy
Sad faces in a war-clogged tram
For free space is a struggle.
And every day everything is the same
An ordinary passer-by from work to work
It makes faces for me.
Summer buys tickets
On planes to all corners of the world,
Somewhere where babies are born,
And here are the children, because we are talking about summer!
The sun lights me up
Heat, July, the body asks for the sea,
Such a strange desire bothers us ...

Chorus

Ah, come, summer!
Summer, where all the bans end!
Ah, come, summer, come, summer!

Big cities - dizzy,
From the bright light, the LCD darkens in the eyes,
At work, a terrible mess.
And every day thoughts of the good:
Charred Skinny Bikini Girls
They ask in the box!