Текст песни 1997 год - Июльская жара

JULY HEAT
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July heat, asphalt melts in it.
And in the city parks in the morning there is a surcharge.
Downstream light skiff
Two oars are idly driven.
The alleys suddenly became narrow
Wheelchairs are innumerable.

July heat. On the masts of the sails
Like crumpled laundry in an old attic.
When the warm rain falls
So that the bouquet of flowers is fresh,
Which we will collect with you
Together by the quiet river.

The sun baked our heads.
The mercury column climbs higher and higher.
But only planes and pigeons
They cut the sky above the roof.
Dog owners barely wander,
The collie has no strength to bark at the husky.
And somewhere there are happy summer residents
Weave stories on the verandas.

July heat burns in the bud
Strawberry flavor, so much needed by children.
God Forgotten Kindergarten
Plays in a stone courtyard.
And all the surrounding pop
Dreams of September.

Wet beauty laughs.
Sprinklers run from morning to night.
And businessmen don't like it
The tie is suddenly accidentally soaked.
Following the merry dresses
In the heat, men are drawn to the fountains.
I'll wait for you at Kazansky's
Put on something easier.

July heat. Kvass ended long ago.
And the sparrows drank all the puddles to the bottom.
And crawl out on the Haymarket
From booths hot during the day
All people. Twist one thing:
"Zero-three", "zero-two", "zero-one".

The sun baked our heads.
The mercury column climbs higher and higher.
But only planes and pigeons
They cut the sky above the roof.
Dog lovers barely roam,
The collie has no strength to bark at the husky.
Somewhere there are happy summer residents
Weave stories on the verandas.

Weave tales on the verandas ...
Weave tales on the verandas ...