Текст песни Юрий Юкс - Ольха.

There isn’t such a summer here that ended with the dawn
Wherever that power is, she won't have enough beer
To carry beautifully into the waves of the first influx.
Landing on the beach, the air is cool
Everywhere benches and sand, thrill drives strong juice
The bullets cast from snow above were only in the winter
And now the seed of the grape spill rejoices
Like a river in plain plain, the source decreases
Already the nectars of juicy Melpomene came to everyone
Dolce gross gossip, and has already gone ahead
Here's a bottom hole picture, who cried and someone jumped
Someone tied a bed and carries its spirit beautifully
Threaded by a constellation of blue thread thinned by a constellation
In the grottoes of the embankments of the mountains hid just as if
Wound up and waiting for coolness to splash out
From figs roast flavor and tan full bowl.
Relative not our sounds rejoices again
Sparks holds the simplest word in the field
This is life in the Crimea from swans and others.
There are many birds around the flock sheltering and taking off
Seagulls do not call in the sea in cities full of them too
And deer and roe deer would go to the beach for a walk
The foresters are waiting for them in the square, that’s it.
Gold flows into a hug.
Whose now they will be in the feast, the first to choose not with your hands
Pimp and fishermen choose forward
Everywhere cats cats cats want to eat a little bit and
I want to eat a little look at the firmament.
It’s of little use if there are a lot of palms in them
Climbing on a slope near gray rocks, an alder flows