Текст песни Илья Чёрт - Блюз уходящего лета

The skin cracks the door,
Four call
I nervously tapping time,
You have eye ...
Releasing smoke rings,
The dishes on the table - tea with milk and honey;
The gray sweater sheep
I play, she sings ...

Tears rain Petrogradka,
Four bridges,
I'm dying to sneak,
Turn the wheel spokes,
Stone passing tram -
Seven in a chord leaving summer ...
Poison me city blues
Nevsky Prospect.

Kupchino, Vasya, Citizen
Sleeping near the water ...
Finnish waves bring
Fluorescent dreams ...
I shall not be able to tell,
As love riveted heart, the soul is burning,
I will ask a guitarist,
He will explain everything better now ...