И.Набарсин - 12.Война-лето
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The newspaper kiosk throws newspapers,
The gloomy sky does not portend ... Summer
He ashes in the face throws
Cars from the path knocking down!

Is it a war? War of the world,
The girl Ira is crying about the soldier,
In a dirty summer dress, there is no way out
War of the world, war-summer!

Old graffiti flaunts on the walls.
Of course, we are not enough for us.
The sun is driving to sunset!
Who did not raise it, he will not drop it!

Is it a war? War of the world,
The girl Ira is crying about the soldier,
In a dirty summer dress, there is no way out
War of the world, war-summer!

Is it a war? War of the world,
The girl Ira is crying about the soldier,
In a dirty summer dress, there is no way out
War of the world, war ...
Is it a war? War of the world,
The girl Ira is crying about the soldier,
In a dirty summer dress, there is no way out
War of the world, war-summer!