Текст песни МС Барсик - Дача

I love the dacha
For her land
Beyond these edges
in which I was born,
For a street toilet
On the street is a stuffed skeleton.
A jack torn on the table
And a road ticket
Which has been here for a couple of years
Reminds me of a trip to Beshkek!
For the fact that this is a vacation
That doesn't need a lot of money
And the oven will warm you in the evening
And in the morning in the village it will freshen up with manure
A holiday village in which
Every day everything is merry

In the summer it is very good at the dacha
You can find shit in the forest,
You can go in the morning
Collect mushrooms!
If you still lack food
you can fry yourself kebabs
You can also go to the bathhouse
You can wash there from the heart
If this is not enough for you,
can you find a fishing rod
then go fishing
On the way to catch twenty bream.
But there is one minus!
In winter there is nothing to do
Just wait a long time for spring time
To plant cucumbers at the end of spring
And relatives will also come there
After all, they are hunters

Gardens, greenhouses, hotbeds
And relatives are hunters,
The garden robbers
For me, assistants
Mosquitoes day and night
They bite at midnight
Always chasing them away
And I forget that today,
I need to remove the tomatoes and cucumbers!
And then I thought
Let me think I'll torture the party
I took out my phone
Got my friends
Told them time later
They replied that we are going out quickly,
I wake up in the morning
Understanding nothing!
Bypassing the plot
I noticed that there are no windows in my country house,

My moral is this
Dacha is the best place
for me
Yeah yeah