Текст песни Анна Завальская - Отголоски Лета

In a way, not counting the new kilometers,
And along the dusty band-boom
Rush, faces tanned by substituting wind
At the speed falls summer heat.
Chorus:
Echoes of summer, notes fields
We will leave the path.
On the way to drop the autumn calendar
In the hot, hot in our days.
All mirage melt, will not return,
But we are happy it is to live simply.
Skyline, glass, sun glare.
My favorite music on a wave.
Chorus:
Echoes of summer, notes fields
We will leave the path.
On the way to drop the autumn calendar
In the hot, hot in our days.
We leave on the way!
On the way to drop the autumn calendar ...
In the hot, hot in our days.