Текст песни Юрий Юкс - Ольха.

Here this summer is not that ended with the dawn
Wherever the power does not have enough beer
To carry beautifully in the waves of the first influx.
Landing on the beach Air stretches by cool
Everywhere shop and sand, thrill drives durable juice
Bullets cast from snow at the top were only in winter
And now bite the seed of grape spill
Like the river in a simple is unprecedented, the source decreases
Now nectar juicy melpomen came to everyone
Dolce is a downstream, and has passed forward
Here's a bottom picture, who tears and someone jumped
Someone tied a bed and brings his breath beautifully
Siza's thread sizes thinned constellation
In the grumps of the embankments of the mountains hoped just like
Wound up and waiting for coolness to spill out
From figs are hot taste and tan full bowl.
Relative not our sounds rejoices again
Sparks spends the very simple word
This life in the Crimea is such a swan and other
Birds here a lot of pieces of flocks sheltered and take off
Seagulls in the sea are not name in cities full of them too
And deer and roeli would go to the beach to walk
They are waiting for their foresters in the square, that would be a matter of them
Gold flows in the embrace
Whose now they are in the feast, first choose not with hands
Prostokvakshi and fishing chosen and forward
Everywhere cat cat cats want a little and
I want to eat a little bit from the sky.
The benefit is little if there are many palms in them grow
Having climbed on the slope near the gray cliffs flowing alder