Текст песни Фиш - По Прозе

Let's go write our summer,
Where is our song is not sung, where all dressed in green ...
Where the sky is blue, and the birds in the morning waking.
But what a pity that all this will not be ...
On the way people come and people go.
Each in their own way at the top judge there.
In our case, 1 + 1 - ... not 2
Yes, not all are capable of word ...
I remember seeing. I remember how to speak.
I remember every little thing, maybe, all forgotten.
To draw you in dreams, probably will not.
And then the card will fall. I'm your voodoo doll ...