Summer in the capital, asphalt, red-hot from the heat, smokes.
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Exhausted faces stare at me in the subway car.
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Can't sleep at night, you can't hide from mosquito bites.
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And no matter how much water you drink, you still can't get drunk.
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There are so few iridescent colors in this iron-concrete desert.
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There is again a smoke screen in the sky, peat reserves are burning.
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Dirty beaches are filled to overflowing, everyone is looking for coolness.
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Not a drop from the hot tap. |
Yeah, I don't need...
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The saleswoman spreads her hands again, there is no cold beer in the stall,
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I take what I have - it does not burn my hand. |
Well, okay - be patient!
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Someone in Ibiza, someone in Antalya, and someone in Nice.
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Everyone is abroad, but I have summer in the capital.
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Summer in the capital is slowly fading away.
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Summer in the capital is hard as a gun.
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In his pocket a couple of coins, a crumpled fence, plus a cigarette.
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Why don't you love me, hot sun of the capital's summer?
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Summer... Summer... Summer...
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Millions of cars rub rubber tires on different sides of the white line.
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Exhaust gases clogging my lungs - well, at least don't breathe!
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This bottle used to contain tonic and gin, but now only smoke.
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I'll probably die young...
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The tape of your favorite cassette is slowly melting in the player.
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Where do the temperatures in the middle lane come from?
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Where are you, mushroom rains? |
Where are you, May thunderstorms?
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To hell with all your weather reports - I do not believe the forecasts!
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Wherever I am, wherever I go - everywhere they are waiting for me
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The breath is hotter than this city and dry.
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I slowly smolder like tobacco cigarettes.
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Summer sun, why don't you love me so?
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Summer in the capital is slowly fading away.
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Summer in the capital is hard as a gun.
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In his pocket a couple of coins, a crumpled fence, plus a cigarette.
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Why don't you love me, hot sun of the capital's summer?
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Summer... Summer... Summer...
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Summertime… |