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Summer ends_1

Summer ends_1

@PaperCat

Chipchedelic downtempo at 120 BPM with a broken-beat groove, syncopated drum kit, bass-led melody, slap bass harmonics, arpeggiated synths, chopped sample stabs, and clean electric guitar riffs. Verse layers stay skeletal, the middle opens into filtered synth climbs, and the final pass blooms with wider delays. Tape saturation, plate reverb, analog delay, retro 90s sheen, nocturnal lift, bittersweet nostalgia., electric, clean, broken beat

94 03.08.2026
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[Verse 1] The air tastes of wheat and salt, the sun still burns upon my heart, but I already feel a strange shiver, speaking of a time that is dying. The evenings grow shorter, the swallows take flight, and I, who was searching for words, to tell this summer: "Just stay." [Chorus] How quickly summer ends, August remains, then autumn, and my breath seeks the green, that slowly, slowly becomes a memory. How quickly summer ends, the water is already lukewarm, but it doesn't warm me, and the sun descends, but it's not enough, I wish I could stop this warm hour. [Verse 2] I walk on the burning stones, the sea calls me, but it is mute, the waves tell stories of a time I have already lived. My hands gather sand, that slips away like hours, and I laugh, but inside I have a thorn: I don't want the pain to come. [Chorus] How quickly summer ends, August remains, then autumn, and my breath seeks the green, that slowly, slowly becomes a memory. How quickly summer ends, the water is already lukewarm, but it doesn't warm me, and the sun descends, but it's not enough, I wish I could stop this warm hour. [Bridge] And if time were a glass filled with light and salt, I would drink it all in one breath, so as not to feel the hurt. But autumn is already around the corner, with its leaves and its gray, and I hold tight in my fist one last ray of life. [Chorus] How quickly summer ends, August remains, then autumn, and my breath seeks the green, that slowly, slowly becomes a memory. How quickly summer ends, the water is already lukewarm, but it doesn't warm me, and the sun descends, but it's not enough, I wish I could stop this warm hour. [Outro] And only the scent will remain of a summer that returns no more, but in my heart, like a tattoo, its warmth will live on in me forever.

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