LYRICS

Want to began to sing you to the beach.
for wool, for women I can tell you.
For this, I like to feel them to me.
To tell you I’m sorry for I did not have time.
For all the cool shit we’ve done.
For our children’s memories that we have forgotten.
for short skirts Madame summer,
it was all more expensive than gold.

I remember the summer and hot sand, seagulls and
remember their cry,
remember your eyes, remember your hair,
remember how then do I wiped your tears. (X2)

I remember a boy who had nothing, but
was in love with life somehow secretly,
that what I say enough personal
and doing alone is fairly typical.
So better to tell you about me,
small things that I had no time.
about it okay to be alone with success
whether in solitude will find solace.

I remember the summer and hot sand, seagulls and
remember their cry,
remember your eyes, remember your hair,
I remember then you wiped your tears. (X2)

The whole story is a little sentimental,
for some of you may be banal.
said nothing about money or cars,
let us sing for them poor stars.
all small piklyovtsi will only say sorry
fool, but its confused floors.
and all miski and any appropriate artistes,
tonight can become quite close.

I remember the summer and hot sand, seagulls and
remember their cry,
remember your eyes, remember your hair,
remember how then you wiped your tears. (X5)