I kissed a star half by accident.
It tasted familiar, like death.
Like breakfast in a hotel room
in the evening when everything is ruined.
Cherries and fame, prolonged love affairs,
everything spoiled and overripe.
When it's on the roof, at the wrong party,
summer is for everyone, including those who have lost their pride,
when there is victory at the end of the day,
summer is for everyone, including those who have renounced their honor.
He soon knows that he should not cry It should be here,
but the beauty of everything hits after a moment
when it's on the roof, at the wrong party.
I kissed this half by accident
and for a while I flew over Europe
eating very thin potato chips
and caviar as a continuation of my jet set.
Cherries and fame, prolonged love affairs,
everything ruined Above Europe.
When it's on the roof, in colorful parties,
summer is for everyone, including those who have lost their pride,
when it's a victory at the end of the year,
summer is for everyone, including those who renounced their honor.
He will soon know that he should not be here,
but the beauty of everything strikes after a while
when you are on the roof, at the wrong party.
He knows he will soon cry, that you shouldn't be here,
but the beauty of everything hits you in a moment.
When you're out there, at the wrong party,
summer is for everyone, including those who have lost their pride.
When there is victory at the end of the day
summer is for everyone, including those who have given up their honor.
He soon knows he's crying, that he shouldn't be here,
but the beauty of everything hits in a moment,
when it's over, at a colorful party.
Everyone has summer.

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