I dreamed about a little house near the warm sea
And we live in this house without haste and sorrow
I woke up with a sad smile like something have happened
Wrinkled mess of sheets, it was just a dream
It's muggy, I stepped into the shower, but it didn't help
July is an arsonist of souls, but it became easier
To believe in all what I didn't believe in, to find out what I was afraid to ask
Cold jets of water, I want to live so much!
In a muggy concrete box
You can be just happy
And you probably should be
Otherwise it's unbearable here.
Somewhere it's much worse, but we are too tired
Of remembering about every pain that we found out
My pity won't change anything, our fears won't save anyone
We won't stop new trouble, too bad, but no one expects us to do it