Текст песни Хабиасс - Наркотическое Лето

Summer flies away like leaves
Summer escape of the bird flock
You know. I forgot my habits,
But more are in the pocket of the match
Out of habit, forgetting about the cigarettes,
Where are you my summer?
Alcohol presses autumn
Strangely I do not lonely,
Starn I was not cold. not hot
Where are you? Where are you, a narcotic summer?