[Verse 1]
I would’ve been over housework, Galya,
Flapping my wings selflessly
In this miserable and forgotten half-city
You can barely find a gentleman
[Pre-chorus]
Oh, god, forgive me, but, in our region,
I won’t grow as a person
[Chorus]
You’re quite right, Marisha
Our ass-place is no Paris
Whether you’re flapping your wings or not
There’s no freaking way you’ll fly up the ass-place
But I’ll put it the women way, we’re no youngsters, after all
You won’t find a more fucking great husband anywhere except in Izhevsk
No matter what you say, our men
Are fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris
[Verse 2]
There’s not enough adrenaline for us, Galya
The prince isn’t flying or going by car to us
Pour me a half, Galina
We’re ladies, Galya, we’re, Galya, ladies
[Pre-chorus]
Oh, god, forgive me, but, in our region,
I won’t grow as a person
[Chorus]
You’re quite right, Marisha
Our ass-place is no Paris
Whether you’re flapping your wings or not
There’s no freaking way you’ll fly up the ass-place
But I’ll put it the women way, we’re no youngsters, after all
You won’t find a more fucking great husband anywhere except in Izhevsk
No matter what you say, our men
Are fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris
[Bridge]
Come on, let’s do that Russian style,
Why the fuck you’re so sad, gals?
We’ve got men and a bottle of vodka
We’re patriot gals, after all!
Come on, let’s do that Russian style,
Why the fuck you’re so sad, gals?
We’ve got men and a bottle of vodka
We’re patriot gals, after all!
[Verse 3]
I’m thinking of the last summer
You remember how we visited Janna for vodka?
I wish we’ve been driving in a cabriolet
‘cuz, Galina, we’re Parisian girls in our souls
[Pre-chorus]
Oh, god, forgive me, but, in our region,
I won’t grow as a person
[Chorus]
You’re quite right, Marisha
Our ass-place is no Paris
Whether you’re flapping your wings or not
There’s no freaking way you’ll fly up the ass-place
But I’ll put it the women way, we’re no youngsters, after all
You won’t find a more fucking great husband anywhere except in Izhevsk
No matter what you say, our men
Are fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris
Fucking greater than the ones in Paris, fucking greater than in Paris