Текст песни Двадцать четыре - Хреновое лето в Сибири

And on the street Snow-rain
You're somewhere you go-bredёsh
And on the street winter summer
That is now worthless summer in Siberia!

Sun promised somewhere in two weeks
On Saturday before lunch between eleven and twelve somewhere
On a quarter to five minutes
UV manage to put on the back
Ai-ya-ya-ya-ya-Yai, I want to tan
Ai-ya-ya-ya-Yai, somewhere yugah
(ta-ta) There's not shy, do not squeeze yourself rags
(ta-ta) There is no ultraviolet exiled on the beds with hoes
(ta-ta) They turn black to the oil and warm up pechёnok
(ta-ta) There are all together as one cartoon Lion:
& quot; I'm in the sun lezhuuuu
I'm in the sun glyazhuuu & quot;
But on the plane to get to Sochi from Bratsk is two-two to twenty thousand-thousand
A salary of only ten accountant me in the face pokes
And like the way we are supposed to pay at least part of, and not often?
Yeah right now - my boss - it is privately owned. Unfortunately.
And I have all summer volley around the streets - I have to idleness naguglit talent
This summer, Siberia - this is my personal and Thailand.
This summer, the local river - it is the Riviera
Egypt - store & quot; Pharaoh & quot; and a Nefertiti - Aunt Vera.

A snow June Siberia
In Siberia in June blizzard
On the day of the birth of Angelina Jolie
We went to play in the snow

And on the street Snow-rain
You're somewhere you go-bredёsh
And on the street winter summer
That is now worthless summer in Siberia!

And for the board or overboard. Not sure how true
Approximately 24 in the shade. The mood is bad.
The heat does not spare any karapuzov pensioners
I'm in the fucking office mёrznu under the air conditioner.
Colleagues posvalivali advance of the holidays.
I'm sitting here - I do not otpuskaaaayut.
I do not let the thought how fun it all
And the song about that & quot; I work in ofiseee & quot;
Dick se - life is passing me
In order not to be excruciatingly painful, it is necessary to change something
Blame to the fire escape, but not permanently
A couple of hours and back tusanutsya hours somewhere in the seven
It Said - done, how it is done in our country
And why all the most worthless it falls to me
When I am flying with a ladder thinking & quot; zashib & quot;
As a result of fracture of tibia and two months in plaster.

A snow June Siberia
In Siberia in June blizzard
On the birthday of Viktor Tsoi
We dried mittens on the battery standing in the stairwell

And on the street Snow-rain
You're somewhere you go-bredёsh
And on the street winter summer
That is now worthless summer in Siberia!