When I sit down to look at pictures from the summer
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I am overwhelmed with sadness, sorrow and happiness
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I remember something, I don't remember something
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Tropical heat, I can't wait for them
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The bank is thundering, blowing wind, storms
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I'm happy that at least there's electricity
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I swear when everyone disappears for hours
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Why is it always like that
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Russian is no longer heard throughout the city
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Bjecve is not dry to anyone
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Mosquitoes and flies have also disappeared
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No grills, but beans and towers
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Moisture is absorbed into the bone
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I sit in front of the comp
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I bring light from the screen into the room
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Picture from this summer
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The wind is blowing from the left
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I am listing an album of pictures from the summer
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A meter of snow fell
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I am listing an album of pictures from the summer
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Outside moisture, fog, ice
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I am listing an album of pictures from the summer
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I'm staring, I'm looking at yours
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Album of pictures from the summer
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No traffic jams on the highway
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Not in the store, not in the city
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There is nothing to go to Hell
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The temperature is drop significantly
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Now the weather is bad
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Shorter days, longer nights
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There is no one, everyone is busy
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See you again, so come by next year
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When the swallows return from the south
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Columns of cars, flour, flour
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When the seasonal workers arrive in town
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It stinks of barbecue and other wonders
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He will sit down in the beer hall again
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While baking sand and pirka maestral
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Until then, I sit at home and wait
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And I list that album of pictures from the summer
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The wind is blowing from the left
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I am listing an album of pictures from the summer
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A meter of snow fell
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I am listing an album of pictures from the summer |