end of summertime everything around
It's like it's moving away.
Goodbye warm breeze goodbye beach
nostalgia sad taste with warm tea
on the terrace, the fur coat tightens its back
The dog sleeps quietly without problems.
Still blowing branches lick leaves
among the trees were empty nests
You're saying this is simply a failure.
See, let's go to Jamaica.
where life flows with a needle on an old plate
The whining won't work, but there are reasons.
