moon through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root Tread my path to summer's end This
know the end Sweet Virginia countryside I will meet you then Blood and lips and cherry wine Moonshine in your hair Just keep staring at the sun Pray for summer's end
Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root [Chorus:] Tread my path to summer's end
moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root [Chorus:] Tread my path to summer's end
We walked out on the dark and frozen grass The end of the summer It's the end of the summer When you send your children to the moon The summer ends
on Its the end of the summer But we'll see it all again So hold on till this moment till then Its the end of the summer end of the summer Rides almost
Я выключаю телевизор, я пишу тебе письмо Про то, что больше не могу смотреть на дерьмо, Про то, что больше нет сил, Про то, что я почти запил, но не забыл
Летний роман врят ли сделает ближе, Южный загар через месяц уже совсем сойдёт. Только волна след на песке оближет, Только закат снова в море зайдёт.
I have felt winter snow Melting as it touches my skin I have cried heartaches tears As summer came shuffling in I've run barefoot across moonlit sand
I will write about you couplets A clear answer For me to be this summer I do not understand Why I do not know where you are? I remember this summer There
on the receipt before I foot the bill listen garden tool don’t me introduce you to my power tool you know the fucking drill how you douche bags feel knowing you’re disposable? summers
a happy end I would my friend in fantasia-land We could be together all the time My dear in the fairytales of love Love in December I will always remember Our summer
picking fights So, police like the streets to read them their rights No controlling hot summer nights The sun goes down on the edge of town, at the end
is getting too deep to drive Your car might be your coffin One nine seven seven One nine seven seven We're never gonna see the summer, This season
