Текст песни Алкоголь не винен - Не бійся смерті

Looking at the sky vodka plump
The main memory of the neighbor 'favorites
General and he nalyaty
Shob not let it die
Death does not have to be afraid
We must not be afraid obisratys
For most clicking nazhratys
It will be offended Buds

chorus

We will not die
So said the monk
He smelled smoke
In red shorts
If I croaked somewhere accident
My Buds would necessarily lay along
And in my memory "Five to drink in wood
For so ordered Indian cow
My neighbor died of moonshine
For plump vowed to end of life
His friend just graduated
For it was the emotional wound

We will not die
written separately
Monk is not a bird
In red shorts