A.G - Гимн Туриста
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Airport, a hundred grams for happiness
And the children are waiting for takeoff
Hurry to the sea in Turkey
A plane flies to Antalya

Guides meet and board the bus
To take everyone to their hotels
The tourist is tired, he wants
To dip his butt in the sea

Here, finally, is the holy reception
And a bracelet hangs on his hand
While they haven't checked him in yet
Champagne fizzes in his hands

And the love of nature begins

A kilogram of food on the plates
After all, in Turkey, everything is all-inclusive
There's no room at all for water

And here is the beach and the Mediterranean
Forget about home for ten days
Sea foam polishes your chest
Snake bars pour rum

Kids are playing with stones
There are lots of kids in Kemer
And moms and dads are sunbathing
And drinking Mojitos against the heat

Beautiful outfits for lunch
Women in colorful pareos
Three plates per person
We drag to a free table

Wine and crabs in the tummy
Time to rest in the shade
And a noble burp
Bells for coffee

Two days of vacation are burned out
Time to book excursions
Tourists go fishing
To pull trout from an ice hole

For dinner, the smells of a barbecue
What you can't find here
In the evening, you need to go out into the city
And explore the shops

Gyms, slides, treatments
No time to waste
A piece of paradise in ten days
For the family of the Russian queen

Egypt, Turkey, the Canary Islands
Wherever you fly
But even two weeks is too much
Lying in the sun with nothing to do

But the time for rest approaches
With sadness The end is approaching
And again, a suitcase, reception
But how the tan suits my face

Only one thing is stressful
And you're not happy about it at all
The familiar house, the empty kitchen
And you urgently want to go back