Текст песни Jars - Геленджик

I pass the fields, pass the river
I'm going to the south I am to the Baba Dear
Eh goodbye turks, eh goodbye, Greeks
I'm going so young

I'm not a boy already, I'm already a man
Food in the cute heart Gelendzhik

Heart over forearm, dome on the back
The Korean is true and tell me
Sun and Sea on a black and white picture
And the camera is native in the head

You, the boss, do not go
That in the crosslaisters adidas and trousers from Versace
Only the Lord can judge us
And in no case otherwise.