Текст песни студия Херовъ Генератор - Ебучее Лето

Garbage flies, plowing window

In the shade 35 and a beer parasha

Friends are free and those are not at home

No time, no money, fucking summer



Squadron bottles ready to take off

I'm lying exhausted on the floor as if in soap

At least go into the fridge, at least take off your clothes three times

From the sweltering summer, where can I go



There used to be flocks of drunk ladies

They will burn the bedspread, will the sofa be burned

And so on a summer morning I'm blue with a hangover

I shove the rest of the fun in buckets



Bottles, scraps and piles of cigarette butts

It's easier to fuck here and hide in a fool

Than somewhere to hide from the sweltering summer,

Than somewhere to breathe in the cool wind



Someone to the river, and me to work

It's so hot that women are not hunting

I would hibernate under the tap, under the cold

So day after day, July in a rondo style



Where are you August, September, cool,

I would only breathe you one joy

And here prostitutes will lighten your pocket,

And they can't help their souls