Текст песни Максим Демах - Это лето никогда не закончится

Remember - you do not remember
These palm. these sad songs
It is a quiet morning.
Do you believe - do not believe
These losses. how many of those tantrums
Covered with powdered sugar.

We will never die. this summer
Never run. in that
All the salt.
We will never wake up next,
Rolling, rolling, rolling for nothing
Wheel.

It hurts - it does not hurt
How long will this hell
These tangled numbers
You want - you do not want
Through the dot. you are better than others
But I'm not waiting for your letters

We will never die. this summer
Never run. in that
All the salt.
We will never wake up next,
Rolling, rolling, rolling for nothing
Wheel.
We never find ourselves right
All that remains to us - it scars
Carry.
Again and again in the normal range
The move not to meet each other
On this path.