Dead Season (B.Burdaev - Y.Plakhotya/B.Burdaev)

Low season begins
Conditioner's dripping
You smile and you seem
So gloomy and sleepy
All cafes are dead
All secrets are open
The girl is to wait
Mute words to be spoken
Your mobile is off
It's always wrong number
The shore all in all
Is couched in slumber
The sand cools her down
The sandalwood's blooming
Your monologue's gone
So sleepy and gloomy

Only see's lullabying 
Her ultra-incredible secrets
Only torrents can take off 
And send to the bottom 
All sorrows of hers
Only dolphins and whales sing in unison
With this dull season
Close your eyes for a while and you'll see
The girl and the sea

Relinquish your hold
Don't look at rain patterns
 [bad word] after fall
So does it all matter
Don't think what is wright
And never feel sorry
Next summer we'll write
happier story