Текст песни МС Барсик - Дача

I love dacha
For her land,
For these regions
in which I was born,
For a street toilet,
In the street a scarecrow is stuffed.
Torn on the table jack,
And a travel ticket,
Which lies already here a couple of years
Reminds me of a trip to Bishkek!
For the fact that this holiday,
Which does not need a lot of money
And the oven will warm in the evening
And in the morning in the village manure will lighten
A holiday village in which
Every day everything becomes merrier

Summer in the country is very good,
You can find shit in the woods,
You can go in the morning,
Collect mushrooms!
If you still do not have enough food
you can fry your kebabs
And you can go to the sauna
There you can wash from the heart
If this is not enough for you,
can you take a fishing rod
after that go fishing
On the way to catch a bream of twenty.
But there is a minus one!
In winter, there is nothing to do
Only wait a long time for the spring
That in the end of spring to plant cucumbers
And even there will come relatives
After all, they are hunters,

Cottages, greenhouses, greenhouses
And relatives are hunters,
Gardening robbers,
For me, helpers,
Mosquitoes day and night,
They bite at midnight,
I always drive them away
And I forget that today,
It is necessary to remove tomatoes and cucumbers to me!
And then I thought,
I think I'll torture the party I
The phone got out,
Got my friends
Told them time later
They answered that we leave quickly,
In the morning I wake up,
Do not understand anything!
Plot bypassing
I noticed that there are no windows in my dacha,

My moral is this,
Cottage is the best place
for me
Aha eee