Адольф Бензин feat. Буле88 - Лето белых парней - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

White boy summer has arrived today

Rune-covered hands, normal muscles

Keep yourself in shape for the war between the races

Ropes for those who decorate their asses with rhinestones

Boozy T-shirts, Ray-Bens, ripstop shorts

Underground in my ears is white hip-hop

Always a ready whistle, I don't pray to the East

I'm a modern poet, no worse than Pushkin or Lermontov

I always look in the mirror if I want to see the numbers on the first floor

Bought a Tesla with my change, I call the villa a dacha

My khachiks aren't working, I'm unlikely to get a contract with War Thunder or Tanks

It's white boy summer now

Are you a fish stick lover?

White Guy Summer

Business class at Sheremetyevo

Flying to a hot place with girls and a minibus

All I need is Bitcoin and shorts

Long Island in hand, shots on the stock exchange

Private jet, pilot Pasha Technician, flies into the sky

His shorts are just below the knee today

Torpedo have made it to the Premier League

Fucking fan ID, been rooting for me at the bar all season

I really miss a real ball

They were handing out team jerseys there

Get a sack for being scared if you're a faggot

Hugging men and not rooting for the white race (not rooting for the white race)

Landed and went to the villa

We'll hang out there all summer, no big deal

We'll award the Hero of Russia and the World star to the most beautiful model

We'll give her a medal and an ID

FSB ID or MP

I hope I don't run into any trannies...

This track will be banned for promoting naswar

Better so be it, and we'll go to Israel

I'll wave my penis and sidelocks at you from there

I'll put a bit of cash aside for my retirement

White guys' summer is fun

I'd do a feat with Kanye West

In Kuzminki, he'd be mistaken for a local

Our savior was crucified for his sins

He kicked a penalty kick to a fat lesbian

My folds are shaking, mine is cavernous and smooth

Turtles lay eggs on the beach in summer

One deuce will get you a tsunari, I love it when grandma knits a sweater

Everyone gets at least one Natasha

White guys' summer, this is our summer

I got on a surfboard, caught a Kali Yuga wave, I'm chopping down six-armed demons left and right, their kippah-wearing masters won't let me die of boredom, I love the sounds Bodies fall to the floor

I impale people using Vlad's method

I don't forget to stop by the store for groceries; I'm like Benjamin Button in reverse, aging

I fought against the Soviet Union in World War II

Svetov taught me libertarianism

I drive a Chevrolet Impala into white guys in the summer