Текст песни Агата.к. - ..Молитва..посредством коньяка

You know how to kill the enemy
It is not nonsense
In it the war and experienced fighters
Awfully hard to not give them a conscience
Or shake hands
To pour shaking hands Single hundred grams
Simple brandy then the soul is easy
As white wings and a heart as a pilot
Manitou calls to flight
To drink a hundred grams Come take a glass
From thin glass and best crystal
To reflect it in the sunset
To play the sun
The sun is shining you need to drink and drink and drink
Otherwise, do not live to please God
And the sun has not come into the bottomless ocean
And best of us in a glass
Long live the same God I came
And why do not we get drunk
I found it, I found
This is my new way of praying
To kill a neighbor have to drink a lot
Then all is well and the heart does not hurt
And the mind says that was passed
I think that now you
You know how to kill the enemy by means of cognac
He poured it into a glass and drank two hundred grams
To the glory of heaven now try himself
And do not forget to tell
Long live the same God I came
And why do not we get drunk
I found it, I found
This is my new way of praying