Текст песни Белый день - Бабье лето

Lie on the river fog,
Sleep in the cool blue .
Dew daisy drunk
Clone head to the grass ...
This drunken daisy
I'm on a frustrated ,
Yes she gave blunders -
About you lied to me ...

Indian Summer , Indian Summer -
Again the sun through the window.
There is love , but there is no happiness ,
Spree , know it .
I would also spree ,
Today I do not care
I would also spree ,
How, then , a long time ago ...
By camomile District
Cry dropping cranes.
My dear friend,
Good that you came .
And at the heart of melting icicles
Like spring has come again ,
And salty tears
Fall in a glass of wine .
Indian Summer , Indian Summer -
Again the sun through the window.
There is love , but there is no happiness ,
Spree , know it .
I would also spree ,
Today I do not care
I would also spree ,
How, then , a long time ago ...

Single girls sang
Something more cheerful ,
From dawn to dusk
Still a lot of days ...
Hair slightly gray ,
So it's - nothing,
We're so young ,
We are women no matter where !
Indian Summer , Indian Summer -
Again the sun through the window.
There is love , but there is no happiness ,
Spree , know it .
I would also spree ,
Today I do not care
I would also spree ,
How, then , a long time ago ...
Indian Summer , Indian Summer -
Again the sun through the window.
There is love , but there is no happiness ,
Spree , know it .
I would also spree ,
Today I do not care
I would also spree ,
How, then , a long time ago ...