Текст песни Андрей Рожков - Песня Про Дискотеку

Nature, as if mocking us
Genes bustle like cards in a deck
Gives one girl slim legs
Another charisma and men of all attraction

But even if the gray days press
And in your life there are no bright colors at all
Nice to sit and grab your feet in your hands
And show yourself all on the dance floor

Rita dance!
Come on Rita dance!
Rita dance!
Come on Rita dance!
Rita dance!
Come on Rita dance!
Rita dance!
Come on Rita dance!

Nature seems to laugh at the man
And in a frail body can hide a hero
Or behind the muscles of the absence of convolutions
But the disco will put everything in its place

Misha dance!
Come on, Misha, dance!
Misha dance!
Come on, Misha, dance!
Misha dance!
Come on Rita dance!
Misha dance!
Come dance with Rita!

And what we sit, we wipe our pants
Maybe there is someone looking at us from heaven
And he says: "Why are you sitting, friends? This is the last song, dance!"