Zloy Rock — July storm

The sunsets painting all the streets,
With rusty colors on the walls.
We're running fast, we never look back,
Like time itself belongs to us.
The night will break the locks apart,
It'll mix our dreams and all our plans.
And while this day is still alive,
We're more alive than we've ever been.
Rain-soaked pavement under our feet,
A last train ticket in my hand.
Nobody knows what's coming next,
But tonight we're stronger than the end.
Ripped-up jeans and a July storm,
Three faded stripes getting soaked and worn.
You still shine brighter than anyone,
And all our troubles come undone.
Tickets, parents, rules and lines,
Trying hard to steal our time.
We'll survive every wall they build while the summer's burning still.
While the summer's burning still.
While the summer's burning still.
That old stairwell is standing there,
The elevator climbs the same.
But something deep inside me hurts,
Like childhood vanished with your name.
The sunlight melts this neighborhood,
Washing every memory away.
This world once felt like it was ours,
Now it fades like yesterday.
And when September finally comes,
Sending passwords through the air,
You'll disappear into a new life, into new love somewhere.
Ripped-up jeans and a July storm,
Three faded stripes getting soaked and worn.
You still shine brighter than anyone,
And all our troubles come undone.
Tickets, parents, rules and lines,
Trying hard to steal our time.
We'll survive every wall they build while the summer's burning still.
While the summer's burning still.