Текст песни И.Набарсин - 12.Война-лето

Newspaper kiosk highlands newspapers,
Gloomy sky does not foreshadow ... summer
Ash in the face throws,
Machines from the way knocks on!

War it? War of the world
Crying about the soldier girl Ira,
In a dirty summer dress, the output is not
War of the World, War-Summer!

Old graffiti bang on the walls.
We are, of course, you will not have enough.
Sun to the sunset clone!
Who is not raised, he does not drop!

War it? War of the world
Crying about the soldier girl Ira,
In a dirty summer dress, the exit is not
War of the World, War-Summer!

War it? War of the world
Crying about the soldier girl Ira,
In a dirty summer dress, the exit is not
War of the World, War ...
War it? War of the world
Crying about the soldier girl Ira,
In a dirty summer dress, the exit is not
War of the World, War-Summer!