You know how to kill the enemy, not at all nonsense,
That she is war and experienced fighters
Terribly not easy - they do not give conscience
Or shake hands.
So that the hands are not shaking, pour two hundred grams
Simple brandy - then the hand is easy
Like a white wings and heart like a pilot
Manit is calling in flight.
To drink two hundred grams, go take a glass
From thin glass, and better crystal,
To reflected in it evening dawn,
To play the sun.
To the sun shine, you need to drink, and drink, and drink ...
Otherwise, do not live, so that God rejoiced,
And the sun did not go into the bottomless ocean,
And better to us in a glass
Yes, hello, God, I came
And why don't we get drunk?
I found, I found it,
This is my new way to pray!
To kill melee, you have to drink a lot,
Then everything is good and the heart does not hurt
And the mind says: what happened.
I think now you're
You know how to kill the enemy through brandy,
Ran into his glass and drinking two hundred grams,
In the glory of Heaven, now try myself
And do not forget to say:
Yes Hello, God, I came
And why don't we get drunk?
I found, I found it,
This is my new way to pray ...
