Текст песни Сказочник - Песня Лютика

Let's raise the cups, brothers, rivals in love,
For hot embraces, for eternal drunkenness in blood!
For everything that is very handy for a beautiful floor,
For what the Creator once made us with!

We will raise both cups and prayers to heaven,
So that we burn more often in love battles!
To perish other wars, there is no more fire;
For happiness for the worthy, which means - for me!

For a time for a poet, for a tremendous line,
In silence with a sung, cheek to the cheek;
For the meetings that give birth ... Of course, poetry,
For which we are forgiven immeasurable sins!

Boldly raise the cups to refill them,
So that the heart does not become scarce for hot love,
For the clarity of the firmament, for the eternal Balletin,
For the perfect freedom of heart sweet secrets!

Pull the hooks tight! And me, while it's dark
I’ll find a friend who is more intoxicated than wine ...
Let the drunkards drive until the morning
They will sleep until evening ... And it's time for me!