Текст песни Борис Бурда - Время летних отпусков

When such a time comes
What melts the asphalt under the feet of heat
When at work a solid smoke break
And Celsius hurries to overtake Reaumur,

And, like in machine guns in the past,
Water boils in automatic machines with syrup,
When there is not enough copper for them -
Then comes the time for vacations.

        I’ll sign the workarounds,
        I'll get vacation pay
        And - goodbye, dear ones,
        I'm racing at full speed
        Ours are forest thickets,
        And the open spaces are steppe,
        And the beauty of the earth
        Four weeks a year!

The alarm clock under the ear is no longer yelling,
Do not squeeze into the train, do not board the plane
In front of the ladies, the makeup is blurry
And a quarter of Moscow moved to Crimea,

On the beaches in three layers lie - who on whom,
Tents and cottages are full
Guitar tourists scare the wolves
Such a time - it's time for holidays!

I’ll sign the workarounds,
I'll get vacation pay
And - goodbye, dear ones,
I'm racing at full speed
Our - night bars,
And drunk cocktails
And other temptations
Four weeks a year!

Everyone remembered the southern relatives in unison,
Cupid shot everything that is in the quiver,
Dating, romance, visits, calls,
Suitcases are full - purses are empty.

But vacation will end soon, and here
All with renewed vigor will be all year
At research institutes at tables, in machine shops
For hours ... chatting about vacation time!

I’ll sign the workarounds,
I'll get vacation pay
And - goodbye, dear ones,
We are attracted, as in delirium,
Our plans are blissful
And the hopes are funny
And secret dreams
Four weeks a year!
Total
Four weeks a year!
Total
Four weeks a year!
All, all, all!