| Something sounds in the headphones. |
| hot sun,
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| Rays - and streams splash so loudly.
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| I am outside the network zone, and outside the turmoil of routines.
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| Alas, we will not be able to get away from the unbearable heat.
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| And the speed of summer goes into the gap.
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| Summer, please don't hurry, turn off the turbo mode.
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| In fact, they sweated on the topic in the coolness under the shade,
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| But a replacement for autumn tantrums and ardent captivity.
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| , and the summer is smoldering and smoldering.
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| But where is he in a hurry?
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| But my bitches didn't wait for the clouds to fly by.
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| Pedaling, accelerating, as in the fight for medals.
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| But leaving me in memory the details, the photo on the screen;
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| Although we both do not want to say goodbye.
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| Summer is beating through the windows again. |
| Heat. |
| The sun shines.
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| Summer is beating through the windows again. |
| Heat. |
| The sun shines.
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| Chorus:
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| All I want summer time, summer time.
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| Running on a summer time, summer time.
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| Don't forget a summer time, summer time.
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| Hala to the summer time, summer time.
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| All I want summer time, summer time.
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| Running on a summer time, summer time.
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| Don't forget a summer time, summer time.
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| Hala to the summer time, summer time.
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| And we didn’t roll wool, rolling around the cities.
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| Shouted at the mic, hands in the hall!
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| The organizers gave us a heads up, so:
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| Dad is in Antalya, mom is in Italy.
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| But do you know what is most important?
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| That my mother learned to call me on Viber.
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| This is crazy happiness, to give a fairy tale to those
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| Who read fairy tales to you as a child.
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| Of course, it's cool to dump somewhere on the sea;
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| But you, apparently, did not see our mountains.
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| In the circle of relatives, we wet the wild city.
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| Simple guys, simple story.
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| Good day, and we are in the same mood;
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| Nothing can spoil our summer.
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| Rest is not luxury, but everything is in comfort;
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| And as always, summer will be short.
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| Summer is beating through the windows again. |
| Heat. |
| The sun shines.
|
| Summer is beating through the windows again. |
| Heat. |
| The sun shines.
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| Chorus:
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| All I want summer time, summer time.
|
| Running on a summer time, summer time.
|
| Don't forget a summer time, summer time.
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| Hala to the summer time, summer time.
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| All I want summer time, summer time.
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| Running on a summer time, summer time.
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| Don't forget a summer time, summer time.
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| Hala to the summer time, summer time. |