Текст песни Sciana - На Басах

Flip-flops and shorts,
Polish border.
My room pashportu
Who told you?

Do not forget the visa,
Jump into dyutsi stock.
The purpose of the move -
Rok'n'rol - tourism.

Every year I am in anticipation of the July days,
I know - and we are waiting for him.
NOT Crimea, not Egypt and NOT Taganrog,
We're going, we're going to town.

In the borough has a mysterious forest.
Like Santa Claus, there lived a rock 'n' roll.
Therefore, a lot of Belarusian roads
Returns, returns to the town.

All that is needed today to be happy -
-Les evening, in the morning - before the killer of the mother.
Without roznitsy- clouds, rain or heat.
Today I'm on stage, I see far.

There are things that do not change the year.
People change, beer group.
But not because of this or because
Stuck, stuck, zavisli we are in town.

It's okay, extremely,
but it is acceptable to us.
There is a reason - everything is possible
here and now on the bass!