Текст песни Сергей Бабкин - Дура-Лето

insults minimum maximum love
After that magical night
You're invincible and taciturn I
Make your way to where you want

Provides fool -summer , the sky falling on the floor
Autumn golden braids brushing pairs
Between us somewhere rain already prokapat
Puddles hid asphalt and showers look askance

Your cherry orchard wider than my seventh chord
Even if you're gone hand in hand with the first snow
I will remember , maybe deception then know
Without you die easily , probably