бегущий человек - лето lofi - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Summer frying the fenger of the black bones

We are white with white, even in a shadow. oblivion from the heat

blindness from brilliance bodies. Inevitably choke on a bath steam from asphalt

lie down and grind in dreams about the unattainable cool of wind

The sun is fading to a burns to cauterize the beam of the light of the tan's contours

The leaders of the Red -browel remains to swing along with the shaman the condescension of the Rain of the Rain of the Rain to Give Krapal precipitation from the sky

Only sweat flows in hail from the dial, bending the time and space into a mess

People took refuge in the houses to boil alive at 3 on 5 square meters of the Adam's apple boiler burned

In forest fires from the branches of the roasted, they rushed with a wedge in a sultry haze

I escort this day with a buried gaze with a crowded languor

The marquis does not save the blowing of long fans, where there are already there ...)