Текст песни АШ - На волшебном посохе нехилый наболдашник

Buzzing in the head after the fifth cup,
Who said that the sorcerer more and do not need?
Hey Shinkar, more beer is not something you get a tower,
After all, the magic staff sickly naboldashnik!
On the magical staff sickly naboldashnik!

He walked on the street magician, street swinging,
A gang of street thieves ran into him.
It does not go out the magic, and it is not important,
After all, the magic staff sickly naboldashnik!
On the magical staff sickly naboldashnik!

The house under a red lantern, our sorcerer broke,
Throwing the mantle on the floor with the girls fell.
Hard to the old man is not a holiday for 200 years,
But magic staff sickly naboldashnik!
On the magical staff sickly naboldashnik!

Crumb the son to the father came,
And pipsqueak asked: what is good and what is bad?
Good or bad is not important to the son,
After all, the magic staff sickly naboldashnik!
On the magical staff sickly naboldashnik!