Текст песни Уральские Пельмени - Лето красное

Without money, without a ticket guests in Sochi summer
In the streets there were a practically naked,
And those who saw it, blushed as shame,
You can not look at it - will sunstroke.

Sweat runs ice, squeaky voice,
The heat from a body crouched,
Near someone is so do not want
Liver and sat waiting for what it's over.

The body mocks me,
And the tattoo on his ass is not washed off,
I wanted to plunge into basseene,
And woke up in the morning - fins glued together.
And I crawl to the water cuttlefish,
My life is heading downhill fast,
The fruit of love pogorchit safe,
Well, thank you, summer red!