Текст песни Градиент - Близится лето

Simple spring life
In Moscow was okay
We dream of our vacation in the Crimea
And on the whole ball of earth .
           
Dreaming of summer people
That did not share grief
And suddenly he notices that here
cold steel Batteries

Approaching summer,
Exit time to
Brooks , ships made ​​of paper
Withered water .

Here there is no sorrow ,
Everything gonna be alright!
Sadness in the summer -
Actually not typical !