Lyrics Сергей Подборнов - Летняя босса-нова

SUMMER BOSS - NOVA

In the fields of the guitar somewhere
Strong summer strings from roads
By the gray-haired withers,
In scores from paths
Checks patiently every syllable
Of the many-voiced herbs.

     Raindrops over meadows
     Everything is ringing over the red piles
     The mosquito tuning fork again and again,
     The thunder rattles the basses over the woods
     And flies with a swift under the sky
     The boss's barefoot summer is new.

Contrabasses and clarinets -
All are rebuilt on the fly in unison.
The sun is a joyful ray
Summer will touch his lyre -
And the sound rises above the world - the weightlessness,
The light is sunny golden.

     And the orchestra sounds without a name,
     This summer music breathe
     Filling all the expanses of the globe.
     Then he sails with you somewhere near,
     That flies to distant stars
     The boss's barefoot summer is new.

A new day began with a baptism,
The bunny is sunny, like a ball,
The grass rolled into the depths of the mirrors.
And under the chimes of summer,
Scooping up the colors from the palette,
As the dawn, the color music gleamed.

     Where birches with lindens in an embrace,
     The wind twists the lake plate
     On the old gramophone of the forest echo.
     Like notes, light dewdrops
     It sprawls in the harp
     The boss's barefoot summer is new.