Текст песни Ростик Дамьян - Сидней

Give me a ticket to Sydney
for a week or seven days
probably so you know best
o-Ukeje

I want to on the hot sand
white soft unlike the beaches in Sochi
where the red sun and cool nights
I want very much

blondes, cocktails and a little sex
cool nights to the sounds of ragga
with a need to take the weight in the pocket
OU
Jaga Jaga

Chorus:

Give me a ticket to Sydney
for a week or seven days
probably so you know best
oh-kei

cut through the waves on a white surf
can not be compared with that party in Ibiza or Corfu
Chinese morphine raced through his veins
and I kosyachok sea and some coffee

and then I remember our tusy Bay
When we consume more cops
We watched the smoke tides
sandwich on top of a couple of olives

Chorus:

a guitar in his hands and ran to the roof
I even in bed I hear those tunes
Only older steel guitar and quiet
see
my ticket to Sydney life normally fix
then I can easily go to visit my grandfather
and now the memory pressure on my chest presses
like shoes size 38

Chorus:

In general, boys, we normally lived
at the area circled aimlessly under Napas
surprised even us old-timers heroin
how else we suffer servicemen

Yes, and probably will not have to complain about what
though not learned how to do a somersault
but rather a parrot cats
it is then
 
chorus

... Some howl about glue