Текст песни пАппУри - Таня

What a hot summer, at the end of the World, and Sveta is stripped.
On the beach under the sun, people are cutlets, all are fried in the summer.
The old uncles of the young roll, they talk on a banana.
And I'm pedaling alone, I'm waiting for you, Tanya!

I'll ride you, my Tanya ...
I'll take you ...

The tail of a gun, like a star dressed, lacks a carriage.
You are called affectionately Tanya, and their whole flock,
To you to approach sense I do not observe - I the usual botanist,
But for some reason I'm sure that I'll ride you, on my catamaran ...

I'll ride you, my Tanya ...
I'll take you ...