знаю, что ещё не время, но.

[half-asleep]

Лето, привет.

How long did we all think ,
This all would last?
Who could have counted days,
As they flew past?
But before we go,

Sing us a song.

Sing us a song

Sing us a song
To hum through the hours of dying.

Who would have thought it'd come
As such a show?
A pink and silver day,
Who was to know?
Even as we go,

Sing us a song.
Sing us a song,
To hum through the hours of dying

Oh oh oh oh oh….

Noooooo…
Even as we go,

Sing us a song.
Sing us a song,
To hum through the hours of dying