Текст песни Троль гнет ель - Братья во хмелю

Ale does not happen much,
Cask ale is just right!
A barrel full to the edge -
The barrel of beer and kvass not!

Ten cups knocking,
From a place without moving ass,
With white foam beard
I'm crying out again:

Ale does not happen much,
Cask ale is just right!
A barrel full to the edge -
The barrel of beer and kvass not!

Twenty pots overturned,
From a place without moving ass,
With white foam beard
I'm crying out again:

Glory, EL !!!

Praise, the brothers when he was drunk, foam drink this!
And beneath the banner of our sacred call me all the friends!

Billowing mugs you mountain and sing cheerful
Psalms and hymns when he was drunk! Call all your friends!

Grabbing hands robes,
On the tables, we began to dance,
Irrigate mouth with water
Brewfest
GOLD !!!

Ale does not happen much,
Cask ale is just right!
A barrel full to the edge -
The barrel of beer and kvass not!

Barrel even greater stomach,
But the beer belly - no joke
To place in it freely,
A drop in the sea becoming like ...

Glory, EL !!!

Praise, the brothers when he was drunk, foam drink this!
And beneath the banner of our sacred call me all the friends!

Billowing mugs you mountain and sing cheerful
Psalms and hymns when he was drunk! Call all your friends!