Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Пропахли ковбойки...

The smell of cowboy shirts
Dreams of the road.
On a rainbow rack
Martini and grog.
And we drink alcohol
The insides do not bliss:
Dashing cowboys
We quit, quit drinking.

I would not miss
A little is not a sin.
Put on a glass
One for success.
One, for good luck,
It's not a sin to miss -
And after - not an ounce:
We quit, quit drinking.

Good job
Happy outcome!
Withered body
Calls us to drink.
Just one bottle
Three of us to drain
Not scary, by God -
And then we swear not to drink.

But Jim is in trouble
Gotcha yesterday:
Him in a shootout
Slapped from the hip.
At the fraternal commemoration
It's a sin not to pour -
The keg is just
And then we stopped drinking.

Well how to sober up,
Forget about feasts?
After all, Charlie get married
I thought about it the other day.
The bride is a goddess
It is impossible not to honor!
And again we drink - but
We actually quit drinking.

Merry nights
Do not forget.
Very wrong time
We quit drinking!
One more for us
It's not a sin to miss ...
But it seems somewhere
Once we quit drinking.

And the county got drunk
From holiday affairs:
One got married
Another died ...
And we drink alcohol
The insides do not bliss:
We are not just cowboys
we stopped drinking.