Текст песни потрачено.fm - август сгорел как последняя сигарета

August burned like the last cigarette
Dawn drowned in greedy sips of wine
You and I were afraid to pass this summer,
Forbidden fruit by tasting seeds
Like the Joker and Harley in an acid hug
Laughing, we started firing in all directions
All your bullets went tangentially
Knees torn off ...
August burned like the last cigarette
Garret Bale could not get Wales to the finals
And we were called into the society of dead poets
Therefore, with a knife, we cut out our names on a tree near that store
Where did they steal the carts, ride on them
Confused in space, like in a web