Кот Басё - Лето - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

What summer is protected from clay, amber patho is collected in a bowl of day. Here in the morning you come to yourself with a guilty because you cheated on the light, you live in a post, in work, in purity of heart, without thinking anymore about the bustle. And it seems that the summer will be forever - mlessing dreams worthy, good news.

But the bell under the ribs breathes loudly, and echoes the step, erased and stubborn.

We will meet in the bend of the lane on the banks of the cold November.