Fog in St. Petersburg, in Moscow - snow and a cold, in Tver - thirsty for so
With a hangover, all sominka, the square and south, and on the proletarian - dry
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
The barrel of Ford clicks on gas to capacity, probably, in a “azure” hurry!
Yes, I drove from a hangover from the bridge into the oil depot, and the Ford is worth the repair
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
From a hangover in the morning, the beer is a beer Lily Mikhalych and a wig
Those beer drank - how they were born again, not like a collapse
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
Buy a cassette - scroll a little, there the circle sings his songs
You don't know the circle? - Look out the window - he himself in this booth and drinks
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
We know that drunkenness is harmful to the body, but there is one cunning secret
Put in your ass with a vodka enema - there is no smell, and in the hollow
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
Fog in St. Petersburg, in Moscow - snow and a cold, in Tver - thirsty for so
With a hangover, all sominka, the square and south, and on the proletarian - dry
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
We lie down, we drink vodka, we only live vodka
