Текст песни ОУ74 - Куда бы я ни шел

I am wintering me already waiting for the summer,
In the eyes of the frost of the Urals,
But for me, it seems to have cold much worse than heat,
According to the drifts in crossheads, you are silent to the bora.
In a pair of terry, though Majo Stewplea,
Anyway at this time of the year to the throat cough beds.
And in the summer there is a liquid, not ice,
Green grass and rap sings.
Rubach Street Shorts as Sports,
Or from the field and in the field are tamped in the port.
Pot from his forehead scarf wipe and order,
The city in the Ple, okay, at least lakes near.
I live on the beach on the paradise it looks like
From peace is good.
How I adore this time of year,
When I'm glad to never a cold glass of soda.

Chorus: [x2]
On the stomach polo, and on the ass shorts, it is yes,
On the feet of Nikaya where I would not go.
In light smoke steel on me Tadami,
I blow and Dunu, if I want more.