Raveматизм - Провинциальное пати
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Let it be cold outside
Or scorching hot, like thirty-five degrees Celsius
We take the girls with us
And go out for a walk
And we couldn't care less
Whether it's day or night outside
We're off to the liquor store
For high-end booze
There's a buzz here every evening
We're breaking the silence
The girls are all in sundresses
And in Khokhloma-style thongs
Alcohol reserves today
We'll exhaust our limit
We're incredibly pumped up
This confident beat
Let's speed up!
Louder!
Oooop!
Here we go!
Hey, hey!
Come on, come on, come on!
Oop, op, op, op!
More!
Yehey!
We're spinning in a circle
Not having time to sober up
And somewhere out there in the backyards
A drunken bear is dancing
We're playing the balalaikas
We're jumping over a fire
And here in everyone's house
A wall hanging
The guys are dancing squats
To cool music
We're going crazy in a drunken stupor
Have fun, my native village
Provincial party
Nobody's sleeping today
This tried and true hit is playing on all the speakers
All together!
Aaaah!
Hands in the sky!
Oop, op, op, op, op!
Now that's great!
Beer in a glass
Shashlik on the grill
The lads are partying
We're in the woods today