IDST - Последний день августа
текст песни

People left the streets
Left them to the fog
The city managed to catch a cold
The rooftops are dripping onto your face
Pugacheva sounds from the window
Her summer never ends
What a pity, this is not about us
Our August is coming to an end
I'm walking along the garden asphalt
I go and lose weight with words
But they immediately swell
My little black notebook
Love is so short
The road to oblivion is so long
These are the last lines
What did I write about her in it?
I broke all the vows I made
And I came to you again
With a suitcase full of flowers
Sunflowers to be exact
Let's dump them all on the floor
Our dance floor for the last bachata
I don't know anything more than a year old
Option to say “bye”
The last day of August is melting in the window
The promises of summer burn in the sunset fire
The last day of August is melting in the window
The promises of summer burn in the sunset fire
Record this night on your camera roll
The retina of your eye
By the way, you have a new mole
Right between the shoulder blades
Don't hide, don't hide, don't
Well tell me what I didn't see?
Please sit next to me
Leave your laundry on the floor
Our funny folds
Children's scars on my knees
We are so imperfect
We are so beautiful
This day is flowing by like a river
We become Fata Morgana
They won’t remember your walls later
Our screams, cries and laughter
But I'm happy and satisfied
What when you and I disappear
Those sunflowers on the floor
Save our last dance
His scent in its petals
His tact is in rumpled buds
Your name in the green stem
My name has long roots
The last day of August is melting in the window
The promises of summer burn in the sunset fire
The last day of August is melting in the window
The promises of summer burn in the sunset fire