Роман Рябцев - Where Is My Summer

Watching TV and dreaming of a sunny beach.
Boring and rainy city side,
And I got no money for a summer ride.
Happiness and relaxing vibes, out of reach.
How, where is my summer?
How, where is my summer?
I gotta work and dance so hard to pay my bills,
Such a drama.
So tell me, boss, where is my summer?
And I can't sleep, don't wanna eat.
I'm gonna run, I'm gonna quit.
Sell my computer, buy a ticket to the sea.
I'm gonna burn my office chair, never, never cut my long,
Long hair.