Текст песни РОМ - Лето пролетело зря

Forever lost its charm summer
It flew, ran, evaporated like water
And here we have something called a while, it turned out as always
And now the rain ... And worst of all,

That summer flew by in vain
And there is nowhere else to rush
Playing the wind on wasteland
Rot gold of her mistress

Forever lost summer feeling of warmth
Porazdarivalo gift tart warm sun
And now we do not warm up, can not escape from the emptiness
And neither joy nor sadness ... And worst of all,

That summer flew by in vain
And there is nowhere else to rush
Playing the wind on wasteland
Rot gold of her mistress

Summer has flown by in vain
And there is nowhere else to rush
Playing the wind on wasteland
Rot gold of her mistress