Текст песни Посторонних.net - Лето

Steel wheels knocked down,
The train rides into the sunset.
The head of any issue.
Maybe I'm a fool?
My car has seen old age,
Laughter, he knows a lie.
But I without a ticket - it does not look like.

Monotonous sound of wheels
Ringing effort on the ears,
But the green spotlight
It opens the way for us.
In ninety days of summer -
Ninety nights.
This reggae planet
Where are dreaming about it.

Gloomy weekdays hourglass
Break the glass, and on unspeakable words ...
I look at the calendar and paper spring,
And behind it will be a dream and in the dream I will.
You saw hundreds of roads!
And sailed on different hills,
And became impregnated with notes
Now, stuck to his lips.
And this spring rocking reggae mast houses.
Suppose that you're not next to me,
With me rasta-love.