Лето, Латте, Любовь [Leto, Latte, Lyubovʹ] [English translation]

And remember you 19 times a day.

And somewhat you too often on my frequency.

And kind of too fast you've saturated through and through.

And with yourself infected all my thoughts.The happiness strangely pulling me to you along the corridors.

The happiness strangely pulling me to you along the corridors.

And let our threshold be three ordinary words with letter "L'.

Summer. Latte. Love!

In this city, there is a scent of you.

Not that, it's any, in this city, except you.

Summer. Latte. Love!

In this city, there is a scent of you.

Not that, it's any, in this city, except you.

Summer. Latte. Love!

In this city, there is a scent of you.

There is you, it means for me again

In this city, there is something to loose.

And I'm seriously, like for 150 years.

And my stars all converge on you.

I'm not joking, you cant get away from it.

I'm going into myself, and there we will meet.

The happiness strangely pulling me to you along the corridors.

And let our threshold be three ordinary words with letter "L'.

Summer. Latte. Love!

In this city, there is a scent of you.

Not that, it's any, in this city, except you.

Summer. Latte. Love!

In this city, there is a scent of you.

Not that, it's any, in this city, except you.

Summer. Latte. Love!

In this city, there is a scent of you.

There is you, it means for me again

In this city, there is something to loose.(2x)

There is something to loose...

In this city, there is something to loose.

In this city...

• Artist:Anita Tsoy
• Album:Без вещей