Текст песни Bad Balance - Отдыхаем

We are one hundred percent dressed with a needle.
Opened white convertible made of Volga.
On the left are girls, on the right are boys drinking beer.
The new place is good for the tide.
Anapa is open to graffiti and rap.
Here we rest and shoot our clips.
We do not care about the Caribbean when the Russian lands
They are open to people like us, the boys of Russia.
But all who are in style, Belarus and Ukraine,
If you were not in Anapa in July, you did not live.
Remember: Melekino, we opened Azov,
People rushed there - nowhere to spit.
Krasnodar Territory is a new stop.
The Greeks were the first, then the Turks seemed to live.
They didn't grieve until we rolled the vodka.
Now Anapa is our hip-hop bowl.

We are resting on the Black Sea.
We rest from stone and concrete.
Rest, don't strain anything.
We rest, hang down.

That day there was a commotion along the coast.
Local residents have never dreamed of this before.
Hotels, boarding houses, the private sector even -
We captured everything along the beach promenade.
Sales of local wine, cigarettes, rubber
Exceeded all allowable store norms.
Voluntary captives flock in the evening
Communication of a chance encounter begins.
Let's take a ride with you
You will like it with me.
We'll tour the best places, I promise.
Let's go around all the taverns, I treat you.
Exactly! Dacha, car - quality, in short.
You will not have a cooler night.

We are resting on the Black Sea.
We rest from stone and concrete.
Rest, don't strain anything.
We rest, hang down.

We are driving along the central embankment, the sea is on the left.
Girls, like seagulls, fly by, beauties by.
Armenian restaurant tents, beautiful.
Khachapuri with cheese and a lot of beer turns.
Like for the bay, the glow of the hip hop tide
We read, bought, smoked, beer again.
Photos with a crocodile are offered by black Zulus.
Raise the degree, skip half a day.
We surrender ourselves to the power of Anapa - the southern pronoun.
And the one who is in the left, just click on their nose.
We're rap philosophers, hitting the rhythms with a staff
We are opening resorts under the brand name of the state sign.
Things are good if there was love and ragga.
We throw the reading there, we get the mash.
Give us paper, we are drawing Art-Anapa.
If anyone does not know where it is - look at the map.

We are resting on the Black Sea.
We rest from stone and concrete.
Rest, don't strain anything.
We rest, hang down.

A zone-territory on the Black Sea was opened.
The wind of the boys to the south, like waves, drives.
These stories will lie in every home for years.
Summer is coming - it's time for a new party.
The territory on the Black Sea was opened.
The wind of the boys to the south, like waves, drives.
These stories will lie in every home for years.
Summer is coming - it's time for a new party