Текст песни Четыре Сыра - Сельская

Hot summer in the city of stuffy
Plowing sun smelting asphalt
And I want to hide from this baked
Rather return to the frost february
And the day after tomorrow again monday
And in the morning to go to work
Steam in traffic, and after lunch
Sit and braid for a computer up to six

Oh, how to get concrete blocks
And air impregnated with dust roads
Solded to death with gray faces
In short, I boldly stepped behind the threshold
Just somewhere a hundred kilometers to paradise
Cozy house in rural wilderness
Everything is simple created for a person
And leisure body, brains and soul

Forest, river and grass
Air, berries, mushrooms
Forest, river and grass
Air, berries, mushrooms
Grass .. (grass!) Mushrooms .. (Mushrooms!)
Grass .. (grass!) Mushrooms .. (Mushrooms!)
Grass .. (grass!) Mushrooms .. (Mushrooms!)
Grass .. (grass!) Mushrooms .. (Mushrooms!)