Последний день августа

Last day of August
    Above the town smells like a storm
    Asphalt becomes even darker when he
    Crossed the brake band
    On the morning of the diamonds will be broken glass
    In the morning, her blood would be dew

    Someone dreams unbroken horses
    Someone dreams polystyrene and ash
    Someone who likes to live , someone who likes to steal
    Leftovers from another table
    She spent more than you can dream
    She gave

    Last day of August
    This summer has not lived in vain
    Chimera from Notre Dame will be the first
    Who will see how over the city ablaze dawn
    From now on, her blood is pure dew
    White flowers on the first day of September