Текст песни 1,5 килограмма отличного пюре - Август-Юг

I stood there, smiling,
On the last day of August in the sun;
Sea blue, bouncing,
glistened in the sun drops on your shoulders.

I breathed in the sky, dizzy from the tart wine,
and stripped summer, pressed without shame,
I whispered, "Yes!"

I remember shouting in delight something ridiculous,
laughing leaping echo response,
and warm wind beat against the rocks of the steep,
and over the surface of the deep blue and intoxicating
there is a wave flocked salt spray,
constellation seemed so close,
into the sunset walking deserted beaches
I dream to come back here again one day
we are with you
in the sleepy heat
on the edge
where paradise