Текст песни Высоцкий - Давайте после драки

Let's after fight
Loving fists
Not only beer-cancer
We ate and lacqual,
No, it was appointed timing
Fights were preparing,
Preparing in the prophets
My comrades.

Now all this is strange,
It sounds all stupid.
In five neighboring countries
Our corpses buried.
And marble lieutenants -
Plywood Monument -
Wedding those talents,
Decoupion of those legends.

For our destinies (personal),
For our glory (common),
For the string is excellent,
What we were looking for a mouthpiece
For not spoiled
Neither song we nor verse
Let's drink dead,
For health alive!