Текст песни Саша Мёд - как я провёл это лето

on the train that the
and here I am here here
It can be everything it's south south south
can all south south

have a bunch of guys hair shaved bald
I take a ticket from the middle band atlosa
to where the hot sun is in talks with showers
and the sea caresses the coastline
effect it rarely summer shoes
Boso often it can be under the sun of the south -
any conversation will be forgotten for life
scams in the crowd
not only for the sake of laughter zarobatka
Ivot already caught the smile arm friend
're home and tomorrow her way road to Rostov
banal but each time new
fleeting meeting in eternal memory
in a gray city will have time to dream
and let a bunch of stories from his head later Sterba
Come, will again be all
 
 on the train that the
and here I am here here
It can be everything it's south south south
can all south south

My day started early
necessary in order to get
send to ekstursiyu Falls
uvaze to climb on the rock and dirt
We also every day to storm this fortress impregnable
came once dared to live forever remain such acts are not uncommon
to those who have not been here, you can hardly explain
these places incredible magnetism
the intensity of life in every breath
and how every day generates hundreds of stories
who in fiction Arhipka vryatli understand why hedgehog above the crocodile
and why we did not just time spent
fishing gear oh what a man with a cafe on the hit
my tongue is impregnated with fresh lime mahito
home more than one day it is not in vain, my skin zagarela
our slogan south everything can be

 on the train that the
and here I am here here
It can be everything it's south south south
can all south south

perhaps forever goodbye
I was schasliv visit these places
but right now, comes on the heels winter
mercilessly time and my house a couple of

many times I have approached this shore
Different winds blow out here
but the relationship with these places I always Beach
grown far but here is my little homeland

beautiful live Story fun on the beach
in the archives of memory and when one chapter
lousy become overcast in the city I come back
wait Arhipka you do not forget me