1. Жара под сорок, дымит асфальт, кипят на светофорах тачки.
Палящий морок снимает скальп с толпы изжёванной, как жвачка.
В тарелках полуживых фонтанов визжит весёлая детвора.
А в пыльном небе растянут банер: "Пора на море! На море пора!"
Припев:
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
2. Родимый офис, как эшафот, работа зла и неказиста.
Хожу в костюме, как идиот, вовсю завидуя нудистам.
И хоть бы кто-нибудь мне ответил – какого пляжа я здесь торчу,
Когда я больше всего на свете хочу на море, на море хочу!
Припев:
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
На море, на море, на море!
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
На море, на море, на море грустят по ночам города.
На море, на море, на море гудят в далеко поезда.
На море, на море, на море скулит чемодан у стены.
Туда, где щекастое солнце тонет в брызгах соленной волны.
Пора на море! Пора на-на-на море!
Пора на море-море-море-море-море… 1. The heat is about forty, the asphalt is smoking, the cars are boiling at the traffic lights.
The scorching haze scalps the crowd chewed like gum.
Cheerful children are screaming in the plates of half-dead fountains.
And in the dusty sky there is a banner: "It's time to go to the sea! It's time to go to the sea!"
Chorus:
At sea, at sea, at sea, cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea, trains are buzzing in the distance.
At sea, at sea, at sea, a suitcase whines against the wall.
Where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of the salty wave.
2. Dear office, like a scaffold, the work of evil and unsightly.
I walk in a suit like an idiot, envious of nudists with might and main.
And at least someone would answer me - what beach am I hanging out here,
When I want the sea more than anything else, I want the sea!
Chorus:
At sea, at sea, at sea, cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea, trains are buzzing in the distance.
At sea, at sea, at sea, a suitcase whines against the wall.
Where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of the salty wave.
It's time to go to the sea! It's time to go to sea!
At sea, at sea, at sea!
It's time to go to the sea! It's time to go to sea!
At sea, at sea, at sea, cities are sad at night.
At sea, at sea, at sea, trains are buzzing in the distance.
At sea, at sea, at sea, a suitcase whines against the wall.
Where the cheeky sun drowns in the spray of the salty wave.
It's time to go to the sea! It's time to go to sea!
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