Текст песни Плойка - Маракуйя

Maracuy

Once I'm getting tired of routine
From dull people of tired citizens,
And I change the usual paintings
On the sweet arms of hot countries.
And there Senyors and senorites
Collect oranges,
And under the warm rust of waves
Whispering: "Mi Amor"

NS
I'm tired of this your weather,
I do not want to go to work!
Well, a pilot, a plane boat!
Flowed there, where Maracuya blooms!

Relatives remember me with a word sad:
"Oh, what kind of patty was baked with cabbage!"
Well, it's enough! No more pies!
But there is a couple of dark friendships.

NS.
I'm tired of this your weather,
I do not want to go to work!
Well, a pilot, a plane boat!
Flowed there, where Maracuya blooms!

NS.
I'm tired of this your weather,
I do not want to go to work!
Well, a pilot, a plane boat!
Flowed there, where Maracuya blooms!