Vince Cassidy - Деревенский флекс
текст песни

Almost there, all the bags are loaded
I jump in the car, the stereo is blasting tracks
Oh, the road is long, we're all pumped up
We're planning the route, racking our brains
The road is dusty, the road is long
It leads me somewhere over the bumps
Everywhere there are only residential areas
The music is pounding so hard that my heart's armor has fallen off
We'll make quite a stir
The car roars like a Chevy Impala
A crazy Niva overtook us
The village vibe hit me hard
In this place I feel at home – my personal anti-stress
My buddy, the village guy, lit the grill very skillfully
We're singing songs, it's never too late for us
Someone's banging on the gate, who's here?
A bum is barely standing, his face is swollen from alcohol
Getting drunk is his profession
Go stink in your shed, brother
We chased the tramp away, went to the store
The saleswoman is staring, drinking aspirin
Please, two cans of cola for our parched mouths
We only have tarragon and a bottle of ice tea
Okay, auntie, show us the way to the river
Here's a thousand rubles! We're not local bums
Ooh, city guys are walking to the river
The locals say hello
Ooh, meadow flowers are woven into a wreath
My wrists are tired from carrying the bags
The village vibe hit me hard
In this place I feel at home – my personal anti-stress
My buddy, the village guy, lit the grill very skillfully
We're singing songs, it's never too late for us
The fat guys ate, the remains of the shish kebab are lying around
Their bodies sat down on the bench, catching a slight buzz
We had a good time, tomorrow is a new chapter
The guys started snoring, but I think it's time for me too