Zora Lina — Не дзвони, я на городі

A manicure the color of a ripe plum, In the garden I’m beautiful now. Tomatoes, carrots and parsley, And in my thoughts — a beach lounger by the sea.

All my girlfriends are in Dubai, looking fly, And I’m in the beetroots, on chill. That’s fine, I’ve got a resort of my own — Instead of a beach, a fresh still life!

Don’t call, I’m in the garden, I’m all in nature today. Tomatoes, dill, radish — This ain’t San Francisco.

Don’t call, I’m in the potatoes, Wiped the tears and the snot. I’ll rest on the garden bed And forget about that man.

Neighbor Mykola walks along the fence, Says: “Halya, you’re like vitamins.” I laugh: “Mykola, don’t rush,” I’ve already got immunity of the soul.

And in the evening, with music and beer, Life becomes so beautiful. The phone flies into the weeds, Let the boys go look for it now.

Don’t call, I’m in the garden, I’m all in nature today. Tomatoes, dill, radish — This ain’t San Francisco.

Don’t call, I’m in the potatoes, Wiped the tears and the snot. I’ll rest on the garden bed And forget about that man.

While someone out there drinks their coconuts, I let my hair down on the garden bed. A cucumber off the vine — that’s my class, And life is beautiful with no extras.

Don’t call, I’m in the garden, I’m all in nature today. Tomatoes, dill, radish — This ain’t San Francisco.

Don’t call, I’m in the potatoes, Wiped the tears and the snot. I’ll rest on the garden bed And forget about that man.