Дочь Монро и Кеннеди - Времена года
текст песни

In the fall of smelly, adhesive autumn.
For some reason, everyone falls into puddles.
But not me. But not me.

And in winter - this loose pascudina.
For some reason, everyone fails somewhere.
But not me. But not me.

And in the spring it seems like favorable.
For some reason, everyone loves someone.
But not me.

In the summer, well, in the summer.
For some reason, everyone forgets about it.
But not me. But not me.