Tekster: Back One Out. Don't Check The Sun.

Sun warms up, holiday?s coming,
Sending a postcard from Sri Lanka.
And maybe I should wait for the wave that makes me blind.

Like movies, wonderful girls with coloured bikinis ?burn? the fashion;
That?s summer, no more working for two weeks or one.

I love this fall of lazy days,
Sounds of the beach, pervading my head.
I feel upset when all seems small: I?m surfing the dreams of my world?

Please leave me now!
I?d rather.
Don?t check the sun, I?m overrating you.
Don?t crash my fun, that?s summer.
I don?t want to think about what will be waiting for me.

There, bullion meetings in all my trips, we couldn?t imagine this before?
I love this unreality, I still believe.
Like thousand melodies, all my girls ask me not to check the sun;
Hopped in the subway, and I made my new way home.

I won?t fail my amusement.
Sounds of the city keep on rock me.
I feel honest only when all begins to satisfy me.

?Cause I still believe, I?m still a rocker.
Don?t try to change me, cause I don?t want to be under pressure.

(Thanks to dragon for these lyrics)