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Tavs sauciens caur tumsu

Un nenosauktu telpu

Griež virpulī naktī

Un aiztur manu elpu

Yo! Yo!

Friends walked to the beach against a backdrop of boats and barges

Under the scorching sun

As measuredly as these barges moved

Our young ladies walked

Talking about everything: health, creams, lotion

Diet and sleep regime

Squats at home and bench presses at the gym

Fat-burning

They reached the water, undressed and went in

It should have been time already

But they waited on the loose, white sand, deciding

To continue sitting in their dresses

Hot and sweaty, they took off their sheets, embarrassed

Having made a discovery

That everyone values ​​their natural fat so much

And there's no need to worry so much

Tavs sauciens caur tumsu

Let's hang out in the sun

My slippers are drying (Un nenosauktu telpu)

Griež virpulī naktī

The coordinates have arrived

We have a thermal achtung (Un (I'm not sure)

We'll hang out in the sun

My slippers are drying

Griež virpulī naktī

The coordinates have arrived

We're having a thermal emergency

A wonderful vacation, one of my offspring is screaming at the top of his lungs

The second idiot climbed high on me, with a noose around his neck

The third one shouts: "Buy him some corn"

Mom smears Dad's belly with cream, Dad smears Mom's back

We build a castle with tears, we inflate a ring with tears

I'm so busy that during the day I've forgotten how flip-flops rub my fingers

I take sand out of my swimming trunks before I even have time to swim

I'll stand on the left, I'll stand on the right—my shadow is a gift for everyone

Dad works like crazy, Dad just waves to the sea from the shore

Dad Dad won't lie down, he won't hit me. Dad didn't dream of living like this at a resort.

If Dad gets at least an hour alone on the beach, I'm even ready to promise the kids to come back here next summer.

We'll hang out in the sun.

My slippers are drying out.

The coordinates have arrived.

We're in a thermal meltdown.

Damn it! Damn it! I'm in shock! It's so cold!

The sea, damn it, is freezing! Oh my god, my pants are ringing!

It's hot, but swimming—forget it, it feels like zero degrees.

I don't mind just stomping around, I've adapted to any kind of...

You have to walk like a robot, centimeter-by-centimeter steps.

This isn't a pool at home, no offense to Poseidon, brrr! Walk carefully, enter, why the hell are there so many people splashing around?

I'm heading back while my swimming trunks are still dry, I wet my feet without any fuss.

We'll hang out in the sun.

My slippers are drying.

The coordinates have arrived.

We're in a thermal daze.

My vision is white, I don't have glasses to cover the facade.

They really like to disappear. We were at a bar—I'm backing away.

My feet are dragging through the sand, my belly is swollen from beer.

Three hundred meters, my heels are burning, I can't get through—I'll wait.

Here's the place next to the woman. I wonder what you're drinking?

"Bring me the same,"—that's what it'll be? We'll go blind—I don't mind.

Are you from Rostov? Oops! Jump into the pool with a bomb

I forgot my glasses again – I'll tie the ropes

We'll hang out in the sun

My slippers are drying

The coordinates have arrived

We're in a thermal emergency

We'll hang out in the sun

My slippers are drying

The coordinates have arrived

We're in a thermal emergency