Текст песни На Радиоволнах Пизды - Вятский квас

Since my childhood I did not like Vyatskiy kvass
And most loved Urzhum
For me it is the father often beat
He then drank a lot

He beat me with a poker
Threw empty bottles
And once stabbed
And I got to the hospital

And when I got home
He poured me the same kvass
And made me drink it
At the same time singing simple story

Vyatskiy kvass health saved.

And since then, he's my wounds
Treated this magical kvass
But once arrived Bobby
And my father was taken away somewhere

And on the table still standing
Bottle of kvass
To me it does not harm
And about the father can not hear anything

Vyatskiy brew father did not save.