"Мы опасаемся, насилия меньше, чем наши собственные чувства"
Summer's almost gone,
Summer's almost gone,
Almost gone,
Yeah, it's almost gone.
Where will we be
When the summer's gone?
Morning found us calmly unaware,
Noon burned gold into our hair,
At night we swam the laughing sea.
When the summer's gone, where will we be?
Where will we be?
Where will we be?
Morning found us calmly unaware,
Noon burned gold into our hair,
At night we swam the laughing sea.
When the summer's gone, where will we be?
Summer's almost gone,
Summer's almost gone.
We had some good times,
But they're gone,
The winter's comin' on,
Summer's almost gone.
"Мы опасаемся, насилия меньше, чем наши собственные чувства"