I am in the village to my grandmother, in the summer, as always,
The sun, air and fishing, party until the morning.
This summer, too, I decided to tear myself away
And I hurried to my grandmother on the road.
My grandmother drives, first -class moonshine,
The window will open, a hundred meters smell.
Well, I pulled myself up, I touched my native
After surrounding the whole evening, I lit a capital!
In the village of Kaifets is specific - it is easily breathed!
Time rushes unnoticed, like a beer in the stomach!
In the village of Kaifets is specific, but in the morning ...
With a hangover, we need to pour one hundred grams!
With a sober, which I just did not treat myself,
I drank a brine dryer, well, a complete garbage.
You can’t find beer and vodara in that village,
And behind them to go to the city with a padlyak!
All the treatment of the village is moonshine!
To Analgin, Aspirin here is harsh the law.
All the treatment of colds, headaches,
This is moonshine that pour in a glass of later!
In the village of Kaifets is specific - it is easily breathed!
Time rushes unnoticed, like a beer in the stomach!
In the village of Kaifets is specific, but in the morning ...
With a hangover, we need to pour one hundred grams!
At the end of summer, as usual, I moved home,
A rested, tanned, taking with him.
A couple of full bubbles in memory of those days,
What I spent in the village, with the boys on the horns!
Autumn and winter, quite tedious time,
Monentis, snow and dampness, from evening to morning.
But, however, the soul warms the fact that in a year,
Our turn will come in the village, together!
In the village of Kaifets is specific - it is easily breathed!
Time rushes unnoticed, like a beer in the stomach!
In the village of Kaifets is specific, but in the morning ...
With a hangover, we need to pour one hundred grams!