Текст песни Хабиасс - Лето

Summer .. flies like leaves ..
Summer .. is running after a flock of birds ..
You know I forgot my habits
But there are still matches in my pocket.
Out of habit, forgetting about cigarettes ..
Where are you, my summer? ..
Autumn crushes with alcohol.
It's strange, I'm not lonely at all
It's strange - I'm not cold, not hot
Where are you? Where are you?....
Dope Summer