| No matter how the earth spins, I am in unison with it | 
| When the sun is in the west, I see a third dream | 
| Sand runs in the clock, and I follow it into this abyss | 
| And I'll fucking pierce that callus on my heart with a needle | 
| I won’t fill trouble with vodka, I won’t settle in smoke | 
| I run out into the street, there are only more problems in everyday life | 
| The street is my teacher, the city is my shelter | 
| A pond to wash away all sins, birds sing in the background | 
| It's summer in my region, it's a dilemma | 
| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves | 
| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts | 
| We dance until the morning to the shots from the bartender | 
| It's summer in my region, this is a dilemma: | 
| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves | 
| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts | 
| We dance until the morning to beats and samples | 
| Golden-domed rays swim, I walk smoothly | 
| On a call with the boys, there are a lot of plans for today | 
| In the centers across the bridges, in the park I inhale the moisture | 
| Now we need to cool down and re-think about the main thing | 
| Girls roundup after live I'm fingered | 
| My loved ones, I will tell you only one thing: you are all talents | 
| Mood for five, just a thrill to pour lavender | 
| Well, okay. | 
| I won't buy my time | 
| Young years, here they are, zhiganyat and scurry | 
| Bracho, I don't need rest if I hit the stream | 
| Give better ignition, bosses, smiles and salutes to everyone | 
| With a bright jar I will pour failures along the contour | 
| So that the gray routine does not grab by the throat | 
| We chatted until the morning and scattered around the rooms | 
| There is my truth in this, and there is a lot of rut in the other | 
| I am chained to the sunset, the sun spoils with glare | 
| After the pond barefoot on stone slabs | 
| Happiness is near, bro, just try to catch his rhythm | 
| From the bottom of our hearts, we read to you not cloyingly | 
| Summer in my region | 
| It's summer in my region, hey | 
| Summer in my region | 
| Summer in my region | 
| It's summer in my region, this is a dilemma: | 
| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves | 
| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts | 
| We dance until the morning to the shots from the bartender | 
| It's summer in my region, this is a dilemma: | 
| It's stuffy and hot during the day, but at night the wind and raves | 
| Sleeveless T-shirt and over-the-knee shorts | 
| We dance until the morning to beats and samples | 
| Summer in my region | 
| It's summer in my region, hey | 
| Summer in my region | 
| Summer in my region | 
| Brother, don't forget the Market. | 
| They are fathers, we are children. | 
| I'll take good things from them and fuck | 
| gossip. | 
| Don't forget the Market, hey. | 
| Fuck gossip |