Текст песни Женщина с Бородой - Последнее лето детства

The last summer of childhood

Music and lyrics: Beard

Crazy wind walks in the poplars
It's hard to keep from spilling the beads
One hundred carefree days

Multicolor beaded blue jeans
Barefoot through puddles straight from childhood
Following flocks of ships

And there will be no more sweet lips like that
And blueberry pie will never taste better
The sun is brighter

It's okay mom I'm saving up mistakes
I hide in boxes and become more mature
Serve all the bumps

Hook anchors are released more often
You can run across borders
The invoice will be issued later

But these lips will no longer be sweet
And blueberry pie will never taste better
The sun is brighter

Memory white smoke
Fragile Autumn Light
Forgive ourselves
There is simply no way out