Текст песни Андрей Миронов - Я пью за здоровье немногих П. А. Вяземский

I drink to the health of the few ,
Few but true friends ,
Friends neuklonchivo strict
In temptations volatile days.

I drink to the health of distant ,
Distant but dear friends ,
Friends , like me, living alone
Amid the alien to the hearts of their people.

In my goblet of wine shed tears ,
But sweet and clean their flow ;
So with scarlet black roses
Woven into my prandial wreath.

My cup for Common few
Few but true friends ,
Friends neuklonchivo strict
In temptations volatile days.

For the health and near distant ,
Distant , but the heart of relatives,
And in memory of friends alone ,
Deceased in the grave silent .