It's Friday again and soon there will be traffic again on the street
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Noisy city escapes reserved places
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And nature cries with rain, private traders go to the dacha
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Taking in addition both a dog and a cat
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And in the country, and in the country everything is simpler, everything is different,
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And in the dacha, and in the dacha clean air by the river,
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And in the country, and in the country, I have one task
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Heat the bath hotter and fry kebabs
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And no one yet believes that Monday will come,
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We will spend Saturday and Sunday in our wilderness,
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And inclement weather does not affect freedom,
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Here, any time of the year is a holiday for the soul.
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And in the country, and in the country everything is simpler, everything is different,
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And in the dacha, and in the dacha clean air by the river,
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And in the country, and in the country, I have one task
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Heat the bath hotter and fry kebabs
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And in the country, and in the country everything is simpler, everything is different,
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And in the dacha, and in the dacha clean air by the river,
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And in the country, and in the country, I have one task
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Heat the bath hotter and fry kebabs
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Heat the bath hotter and fry kebabs |