Alarm signal, sigh again, get up for work.
And the sun in the window, smiling plays, calling after him.
Once again on Monday and I still dream, and when the Sabbath.

And my heart like a bird in captivity languishes in the July heat.

Buy 2 tickets for the endless summer, Moscow-Simferopol.

Hard to score bags, sundresses and the airport.
I'm not going to read the weather forecasts, horoscopes fate.
And just go away in a normal environment in the southern village.


Chorus:
And we, two tickets to the summer of July.

The stop modes, tickets, and the dismissal of the city!
And we, two tickets to the summer of July.
We're going on a sunny paradise.Ay-ay-ay.


Located on the beach, go to the massage, diving in the warm sea.
And spend a paycheck in the cotton candy and juicy watermelon.

Flying on a banana and a catamaran large bodies of water.
And at night to listen to the coast, more coffee lambada.


Chorus:
And we, two tickets to the summer of July.
The stop modes, tickets, and the dismissal of the city!

And we, two tickets to the summer of July.
We're going on a sunny paradise.Ay-ay-ay.


Ay-ay-ay.Ay-ay-ay.Ay-ay-ay.

Stop right there! Let's rest!


Chorus:
And we, two tickets to the summer of July.

The stop modes, tickets, and the dismissal of the city!
And we, two tickets to the summer of July.
We're going on a sunny paradise.Ay-ay-ay.


And we, two tickets to the summer of July.
The stop modes, tickets, and the dismissal of the city!

And we, two tickets to the summer of July
We're going on a sunny paradise.Ay-ay-ay