And you came here then to have fun And dance, if you're lucky. And my song, like a bird In the air flies and rastically yelling.
Chorus: Kamon Evurybadi! Move the ass, with * ki-bl * di! Kamon Evurybadi! Move the ass, with * ki-bl * di!
Beer needed to drink, dry in the throat. In the throat dryed, on the shower of longing. Well, you are a friend, not yet sausage It is necessary sausage, and here is my hand!
Chorus: Kamon Evurybadi! Move the ass, with * ki-bl * di! Kamon Evurybadi! Move the ass, with * ki-bl * di!