Текст песни flo - лето-худшее время года

Summer worst time of the year
endless corridors
treaties
                   violating
in my life doubles
constantly waiting on the doorstep
though indifferent to others
tears
          suffocation
                         access
the smell of paint
in the fading sunset skies
soar
psychological hallucinations
unbearably cold,
to love
The songs on repeat
Theory easier
the smell of freshly painted walls
So smells Art on a nearby fence
and veins of our
Losing loved ones
jealous pointless
Do not let go,
I-bug moron
in hell gnashing
Know
I will teach you the tenderness,
As you asked

interference
your voice convey the wind
every night I talk to you
I hear your intonation, tone, and laughs
losing my mind?
perhaps
likely

Cigarettes
taboo,
as you
our little big war
you love these flowers,
I-you
you asked to do without lofty words
nature dies
I do not see dreams
without you
Summer worst time of the year