Сваты 4 - Заставка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

It’s baked again, it is difficult to breathe, already 35 in the shade. The city has a fever, the boulevards lie with a temperature. You look at the sky tired, but the rain does not go, he stuck in a traffic jam. Summer is not waiting for us in dusty quarters to the station, it will call us ...