Tavs sauciens caur tumsu
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Un nenosauktu telpu
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Griež virpulī naktī
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Un aiztur manu elpu
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Yo! |
Yo!
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Friends went to the beach against the backdrop of boats and barges
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Under the blazing sun
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Just as measuredly as these barges went
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Our young ladies went
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Talking about everything: health, creams, lotion
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Diet and sleep regimen
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Squats at home and in the gym
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Burning deposits
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Reached the water, undress and go into the water
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It would be high time already
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But they wait on loose and white sands, deciding
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Sit further in dresses
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It's hot and sweaty, they took off, embarrassed, canvases
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Having made a discovery
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That everyone appreciates natural fat in themselves
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And there is no need to grieve so
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Tavs sauciens caur tumsu
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Let's hang out under the sun
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My slippers are drying (Un nenosauktu telpu)
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Griež virpulī naktī
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Came coordinates
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We have thermal akhtung (Un aiztur manu elpu)
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Tavs sauciens caur tumsu
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Let's hang out under the sun
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My slippers are drying (Un nenosauktu telpu)
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Griež virpulī naktī
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Came coordinates
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We have thermal akhtung (Un aiztur manu elpu)
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Wonderful vacation, one of my offspring yells at the whole beach
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The second blockhead climbed high on me, a noose around my neck
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The third in a voice: corn, they say, buy him
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Mom puts cream on dad's belly, dad puts cream on mom's back
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With tears we build a castle, with tears we inflate a circle
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I'm so busy that I forgot in a day how shales rub my fingers.
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I take out the sand from the swimming trunks, not having time to swim
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I will stand on the left, I will stand on the right - my shadow is a gift for everyone
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Papa plows like a damned one, papa only waves to the sea from the shore
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Dad won't lie down, dad won't hit it, dad dreamed of not living like this at the resort
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If daddy is allowed to lie on the beach alone for at least an hour
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He is even ready to promise the children to return here next summer
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Let's hang out under the sun
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My slippers are dry
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Came coordinates
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We have a thermal akhtung
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Here's the devil! |
Yes to you! |
Just shock! |
Such an oak tree!
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Sea, damn it, icy nah! |
Yo-mine, already ringing in shorts!
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Though it's hot, but swimming - well, I feel like zero degrees
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It’s not for me to stomp cleanly, adaptation has passed for any
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You have to walk like a robot, step by centimeter
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This is not a bass at home, no offense to Poseidon, brr!
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Carefully walk, come in, in general, to hell, so many people splashing
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I'm back, while the swimming trunks are still dry, I wet my legs cleanly without boiling
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Let's hang out under the sun
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My slippers are dry
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Came coordinates
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We have a thermal akhtung
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Something is white in my eyes, there are no glasses to cover the facade
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They like to disappear very much, they were in the bar - right back
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Feet are rowing on the sand, my stomach is swollen from beer
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Three hundred meters, the heels are burning, do not break through - I'll wait
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Here's a place next to your aunt, I wonder what you drink?
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"Bring me same" - will it be like that? |
Okoseem - I don't mind
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Are you from Rostov? |
Opachki! |
Jump into the pool with a bomb
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I again forgot glasses - I will tie the ropes
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Let's hang out under the sun
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My slippers are dry
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Came coordinates
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We have a thermal akhtung
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Let's hang out under the sun
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My slippers are dry
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Came coordinates |