歌词
It was staff, it was hot
The surf washed away the traces
And beyond the distance of the white cold
Somewhere out there, somewhere
Behind the glass of frosty lace
We will dream about
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
We will dream about
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
We will dream about
The surf washed away the traces
And beyond the distance of the white cold
Somewhere out there, some land
Behind the glass of frosty lace
We will dream about
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
We will dream about
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
The surf washed away the traces
And beyond the distance of the white cold
Somewhere out there, somewhere
Behind the glass of frosty lace
We will dream about
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
We will dream about
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
Summer evening
Written by: Sergey Nikiforov, Игорь Осипенко
