there is a place called dacha.
my girlfriend has it in suburb.
When we approach it I say ‘gotcha.’
Be sure, at dacha I feel good.
I like the forest near house,
I like the dog in neighborhood.
It hasn’t tried to bite my mouth.
That’s why I have a perfect mood.
When people say ‘you go to Ocean,
vocation days are still in rest,’
I whisper them like in slow motion
‘For me the dacha is the best!’
14 of July, Lozovaya