Текст песни: Snow in Summertime + перевод

Think about the Snow In Summertime

You know it never feels quite right

The ice should have melted months ago

When we’re alone, it’s 45 below

Now you say you’re on it

Sit down and write me a sonnet

But it’s too late, anyway

The president drinks turpentine

That explains his breath

But what’s on your mind?

Our addresses don’t read the same

You packed your bags

But you left behind the blame

Now you say you’re on it

Sit down and write me a sonnet

But it’s too late, anyway

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