Текст песни Алкаш - Про портвейн

All that is lit - Buch,
And that does not burn, I set fire to
From beer I go sleepy,
From vodka in the morning I do not remember anything!

But portveshok is not the same,
His buhnem and melting snow
Since it brings me to the helicopter
The skies

I thump, thump I
His once-again-again
Oh, how my goggles with you
Port's my number "555"!

Friends said tearfully:
"Coding, Lech, it is too late!
From vodka Posada liver,
From beer all the buds for a long time treated "

But portveshok is not the same,
His buhnem and melting snow
Since it brings me to the helicopter
The skies

I thump, thump I
His once-again-again
Oh, how my goggles with you
Port's my number "555"!