The Summer | Mónika Tóth - Dive into the Depths of Contemporary Voices

The Summer | Mónika Tóth

Summer
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Love me
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Please don’t leave me
Now it’s the summer,
everything is dry
Why I am alone

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