Текст песни Алексей Кудрявцев - Песни у костра

I'm afraid of the beasts? Wool on three hundred as
All wolves have long been shooting.
Grinned the forest, the king is frantic,
And raised crutches.

Vodka opened the ax -
Come on, warmed!
Beeis, the flame over the fire,
Wasya, Song, Piece!

Appear of the consolation of the carnal
Balalyca was looking for scattered.
I, as I could, Croaked Vysotsky,
He, as he could, read Yesenin.

Suck the poet - everything is dancing!
Vivid, vivid, soft!
"On a neutral strip
All Flowers - Snowdrops ... "

Not bothering a snow tablecloth but
I was no longer drunk, I did not eat.
That with what I shouted Motherly -
He whispered so much that wanted!

I and vodka drink in the bummer -
Have fun, Bestia!
I'm already warm warm
And your songs.

(March 1996)