Евгений Финадеев - Раз в неделю
текст песни

On the road with the breeze,
Along the wide highway
I'm going to a country house,
Everyone has already gathered there:
Mom, Dad, brothers, sisters,
My children and wife
I love you, I love you,
My friendly family.
Once a week, once a week
I'm going to a country house
Once a week, once a week
I only dream about him
Once a week, once a week
The bathhouse is waiting, and the garden is blooming
Once a week, once a week
The house dances and sings
The house dances and sings
There is a barbecue on the grill,
Cucumber pickle.
Spicy with herbs of seagulls,
According to the recipes of the sages.
The smell of Bathhouse. Outdoors
The whole family is resting.
I love you, I love you
My friendly family
Once a week, once a week
I'm going to a country house
Once a week, once a week
I only dream about him
Once a week, once a week
The bathhouse is waiting, and the garden is blooming
Once a week, once a week
The house dances and sings
The house dances and sings
Once a week, once a week
I'm going to a country house
Once a week, once a week
I only dream about him
Once a week, once a week
The bathhouse is waiting, and the garden is blooming
Once a week, once a week
The house dances and sings
The house dances and sings