Текст песни Дантес и Вайкули - Лёгкой джазовой походкой

Here it is, the last day of summer,
September is coming very soon ,
On the table, flowers , newspapers ,
For lunch, the flow of history .
Your voice weaves patterns
The air is filled only to them ,
From empty to empty ,
I got bored with you .

Light jazz gait
From you , I went in the fall,
You called me a thief ,
I'll randomly guest.

Past us signs of love ,
Evening again went down the drain ,
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