Текст песни Михаил Кочетков - На столе остыл пирог...

On the table cooled down cake
Vodka is heated in a decanter ,
A guest is not in sight ,
Although the long- term has expired .

No guests, deserted house ,
I swear on what light ,
However, the same is not at home ,
Like vodka with a pie .

I - one of the Mohicans
With index persona grata ,
Doomed to run
And three hundred grams at his brother .

Stop the race , I'm your son ,
So what then, scaring me ,
Gramophone jackdaws bark
As watchdogs .