Lyrics Jah Khalib - Summer Time
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В наушниках что-то звучит.
Горячее солнце, лучи.
И плещут так звонко ручьи.
Я вне зоны сети, и вне суматохи рутин.
Увы мы не сможем уйти.
От невыносимой жары.
И скорость лета уходит в отрыв.
Лето прошу не спеши, выключи турборежим.
Тели-потели, по теме прохлады под тени.
Но замена осенних истерик и пулкого плена.
Как и денег, не клеют, а лето всё тлеет и тлеет.
Но куда ему торопится?
Но мои с*ки не ждали, как облака пролетали.
Крутя педали, ускоряясь, как в борьбе за медали.
Но мне оставив в памяти детали, фото в экране.
Хотя мы оба не хотим простится.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
А мы ваты не катали, катая по городам.
Орали в майк, руки в зале!
Организаторы нам забашляли, поэтому.
Папа в Анталии, мама в Италии.
Но знаешь, что самое главное.
Что мама научилась мне звонить по вайберу.
Это безумное счастье, подарить сказку тем.
Кто в детстве читал тебе сказки.
Конечно круто свалить куда-то на море.
Но вы походу, не видели наш город.
В кругу родных мы мочим дикий город.
Простые парни, простая история.
Хороший день и мы в таком же настрое.
Ничто не в силах наше лето испортить.
Отдых не Лакшери, но всё на комфорте.
И как всегда лето будет коротким.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
Горячее солнце, лучи.
И плещут так звонко ручьи.
Я вне зоны сети, и вне суматохи рутин.
Увы мы не сможем уйти.
От невыносимой жары.
И скорость лета уходит в отрыв.
Лето прошу не спеши, выключи турборежим.
Тели-потели, по теме прохлады под тени.
Но замена осенних истерик и пулкого плена.
Как и денег, не клеют, а лето всё тлеет и тлеет.
Но куда ему торопится?
Но мои с*ки не ждали, как облака пролетали.
Крутя педали, ускоряясь, как в борьбе за медали.
Но мне оставив в памяти детали, фото в экране.
Хотя мы оба не хотим простится.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
А мы ваты не катали, катая по городам.
Орали в майк, руки в зале!
Организаторы нам забашляли, поэтому.
Папа в Анталии, мама в Италии.
Но знаешь, что самое главное.
Что мама научилась мне звонить по вайберу.
Это безумное счастье, подарить сказку тем.
Кто в детстве читал тебе сказки.
Конечно круто свалить куда-то на море.
Но вы походу, не видели наш город.
В кругу родных мы мочим дикий город.
Простые парни, простая история.
Хороший день и мы в таком же настрое.
Ничто не в силах наше лето испортить.
Отдых не Лакшери, но всё на комфорте.
И как всегда лето будет коротким.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
Снова, в окна, бьётся лето.
Жара, светит солнце.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
Something sounds in the headphones.
Hot sun, rays.
And the streams ripple so loudly.
I'm out of the network zone, and beyond the turmoil of routines.
Alas, we can not leave.
From the unbearable heat.
And the speed of summer goes into isolation.
Summer I ask you not to hurry, turn off the turbo mode.
Teli-sweating, on the topic of coolness under the shade.
But the replacement of autumn hysteria and bulky captivity.
Like money, do not glue, and the summer is still smoldering and smoldering.
But where does he hurry?
But my siks did not wait for the clouds to fly.
Twisting pedals, accelerating, as in the struggle for medals.
But I left in my memory the details, the photo in the screen.
Although we both do not want to say goodbye.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
And we did not roll cotton wool, rolling around the cities.
Torn into the mike, hands in the hall!
Organizers to us zashshlyali, therefore.
Dad in Antalya, mother in Italy.
But you know what is most important.
That my mother has learned to call me on a vibe.
It's crazy happiness, to give a fairy tale to those.
Who in the childhood read to you fairy tales.
Certainly cool to dump somewhere on the sea.
But you hike, did not see our city.
In the circle of relatives we moisten a wild city.
Simple guys, a simple story.
Good day and we are in the same mood.
Nothing can spoil our summer.
Rest is not Laksheri, but everything is in comfort.
And as always the summer will be short.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
Hot sun, rays.
And the streams ripple so loudly.
I'm out of the network zone, and beyond the turmoil of routines.
Alas, we can not leave.
From the unbearable heat.
And the speed of summer goes into isolation.
Summer I ask you not to hurry, turn off the turbo mode.
Teli-sweating, on the topic of coolness under the shade.
But the replacement of autumn hysteria and bulky captivity.
Like money, do not glue, and the summer is still smoldering and smoldering.
But where does he hurry?
But my siks did not wait for the clouds to fly.
Twisting pedals, accelerating, as in the struggle for medals.
But I left in my memory the details, the photo in the screen.
Although we both do not want to say goodbye.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
And we did not roll cotton wool, rolling around the cities.
Torn into the mike, hands in the hall!
Organizers to us zashshlyali, therefore.
Dad in Antalya, mother in Italy.
But you know what is most important.
That my mother has learned to call me on a vibe.
It's crazy happiness, to give a fairy tale to those.
Who in the childhood read to you fairy tales.
Certainly cool to dump somewhere on the sea.
But you hike, did not see our city.
In the circle of relatives we moisten a wild city.
Simple guys, a simple story.
Good day and we are in the same mood.
Nothing can spoil our summer.
Rest is not Laksheri, but everything is in comfort.
And as always the summer will be short.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
Again, in the windows, the summer beats.
Heat, the sun is shining.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.
All I wanna summer time, summer time.
Running on summer time, summer time.
Dont foget summer time, summer time.
Hala to the summer time, summer time.