Hey Bratwa, how are you? The cities are dying-Zlinka still alive
Do not wait for us to rest here, hear the glamorous, shut your mouth and dry
Do not look down on me, urban "chika" - upstart girl
And I’m a guy from the village and you won’t buy me.
Shaw are you stirring up the water in our river? -Do not provoke me to "jump into buckwheat"
I'm not a wimp and I don’t have misfires, you are no more expensive than my pack of seeds
Hehhh, as Baba Masha said: “Listen, Vasya! This girl is not one of ours,
we don’t need "nyash" to us, Zlynsky is no worse than the city sho dizzy
And I know what we have, on the bench in the evening, there will be an arrow and our virgins in t-shirts will come
And the brunettes are good, the blondes are good, we don’t need urban ones, we love from Zlinochki
Yes .... I don’t understand the city, it takes a lot of energy,
everything according to the price list, the star status, that’s not expensive, I’ll hug the cactus better
And the movie, you my "None" and rap, yelling: "what is it?"
You know, Masha, I’m not Dubrovsky, here’s the train station, Kapustino-Novomoskovsk
Fuh-xh .. our girls are more beautiful than these "barbies", "mummers"
Dumb glamor, these "star" showers, we will destroy, love without traffic lights
And I, for my Nastasya, will be a simple, rural boy Vasya
I’ll tell her: “Zdrasste!” - I’ll carry it in my hands and forget that it was a city ....