Текст песни Влад Кто-то там - Еще одно лето

On the street came another summer -
The summer of the soul is in silence, silence, warmth.
I wanted to open the windows -
But there's a grille on the walls,
Colonial and gray, such - tanned.

With every step I felt like the rivers are flooding
Rivers are a commodity, like gasoline.
In a whisper from the branches of trees, I hear an echo.
Difficulty of the way, like serpentine -
Will all the infinity to the end of the century?

Hope that someone will change -
All your life, this stiffness
Self-interest as an instrument
The soul's vector can become its color.
Rarity is rare. Deficiences are the same.

Far away, on the wires of the Internet.
Maps take - we lose ourselves.
We will be kidnapped - but we will have time to return before dawn!
Waves - on sand dunes - will absorb all traces -
Following the gusts of a warm wind.

Tearing the cloud with a screw - the band is already visible
The first takeoff, along with the fall.
And beckons, the horizon is a line - becoming an achievement.
It will not go anywhere, but will remain here

Rarity is rare. Deficiences are the same.
They have beauty - a contentious issue
Becoming in the first place - very noticeable
There are many choices - there is a price and one's for all demand -
In the eastern bazaars - the last century.

Maybe there is a land near the ground, there will be - a harmony of sound and color.
Crescent moon, gold blue
Dharma path and under the Buddha tree.