Текст песни Братство Конца - Последнее лето детства

The cognac stars were flickering,
 Life considered its prey
 And, getting under the butt of a kick,
 Again, we groan: "Back to the cellars!"
 And the smoke of California dreams
 Razve above the zone of eternal disasters
 Measure female love

The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood-ah-ah!

And again to work on the toilet
 Calling posters
 In the underground, King Lear bums,
 And all of Gardelia - crucified!
 And every day, the thread is thinner,
 But wrinkles reliably means:
 As vodka, wrinkling, I will drink
 The last summer of childhood!

A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood-ah-ah!

And at the end of all times
 Blaze the whole world to keep us warm
 Behind us - the fallen bastion
 "The last summer of childhood!"
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood!
 A-ah-ah
 The last summer of childhood-ah-ah!