Picture a sizzling July evening by a riverside carpeted with cornflowers. The narrator—a carefree boсяк (barefoot wanderer)—calls his crush to join him for their secret summer rendezvous. He admires her “beautiful shoulders,” feels the river rushing beside them, and admits that her stunning looks come at a high price: she could easily “ruin a guy.” Yet the danger only adds spice to the moment, so he keeps waiting for these balmy nights with almost childlike anticipation.
When the beat drops, the scene blasts off into a cosmic dance party. Tipsy eyes twirl, gravity disappears, and tomorrow simply “won’t come.” The chorus insists on living right now: Tantsi, we’ll throw a dance! It is a carpe-diem anthem wrapped in synths and summer heat—celebrating reckless love, youthful boldness, and the magic of a night that feels infinite, even if it only lasts until sunrise.