Дача - Ленинград

Это песня — про дачу снова,

В городе летом очень херово.

Жарко и душно, и не уснуть,

Ну не жизнь, а просто жуть!

Припев:

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

Бабы раньше копали картошку,

Вроде сейчас поунялись немножко.

Стало нас, мужиков, им жалко,

Можно поспать и сходить на рыбалку.

Припев:

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

Как исполнилось нам тридцать,

Успокоились, как говорится.

Но на даче рубаху мы можем рвануть,

Показать с сединой волосатую грудь.

Припев:

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

Я подыхаю на работе,

Потом бухаю, потом в блевоте,

Домой приду, а дома ты,

Яичница, телик, герани цветы.

Вот будет лето, поедем на дачу,

Там всё п*здаче и п*здаче,

Нету в жизни ни х*я,

Этого, как его, счастия.

Припев:

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

А на даче, а на даче,

Всё иначе, всё п*здаче.

This song is about the cottage again,

It's very crappy in the city in summer.

It's hot and stuffy, and you can't sleep,

Well, not life, but just horror!

Chorus:

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

The women used to dig potatoes,

Looks like they've mellowed out a bit now.

They felt sorry for us, men,

You can sleep and go fishing.

Chorus:

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

When we turned thirty

Relax, as they say.

But at the dacha we can tear a shirt,

Show with gray hairy chest.

Chorus:

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

I'm dying at work

Then I thump, then vomit,

I will come home, and you are at home,

Fried eggs, telly, geranium flowers.

It will be summer, let's go to the country,

There everything is f*cking and f*cking,

There is no x * I in my life,

This, like his, happiness.

Chorus:

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.

And in the country, and in the country,

Everything is different, everything is fucked up.