Текст песни Сергей Любавин - Пиво

In one Rostov tavern
A young boy was playing.
He had a strong voice,
And even he was not drunk too much.
He sang about how lonely
About what my mother said:
"Lucky for those who are lucky, son."
For this, his life loved him.
There, drunken hoarseness
At the counter did not stop arguing.
Two Zhigans from Vorkuta
For life, talk was in full swing.
"Let us pour with a sidekick
Two hundred and fifty, maybe.
Sell ​​Russia will sell.
It’s impossible to drink Russia. ”
Chorus:
So people drink beer foamy,
So as not to drive life crazy.
To, as a girl arrogant,
She did not throw herself.
So drink bitter beer people
For good or bad.
To always have money
Like crucians in a large pond.

"My life flickered, boy,
On zones, the native has blossomed ", -
Just whispered a gray-haired zhigan,
To a sad song, suffering.
Ah, still sing, as if slowly
Knock clips with alabas.
And like Siberian sidekick
On VOHRu piled at once.
A boy sings and a tear
Like the caress of a woman innocent.
His beautiful eyes
Turbid after cocaine.
His hand is still warm
The crane wedge escorts.
He is his life, how are you, term
Very soon she’s molesting.
Chorus:
So people drink beer foamy,
So as not to drive life crazy.
To, as a girl arrogant,
She did not throw herself.
So drink bitter beer people
For good or bad.
To always have money
Like crucians in a large pond.
So drink bitter beer people
For good or bad.
To always have money
Like crucians in a large pond.