Текст песни Тролль - Воин пятницы

Again foam storm
Friends on the benches, again Friday
The evening has come! And who is the spirit of weak,
And who - no, who is a coward who hero -
You will soon get the answer.
The solution is always for you!

For our success - Cups up!
The enemy hears our laughter,
Let the morning wakes not all ...
Friends, in places! He struck an hour!
And new friday challenge
Will not cause fear from us -
After all, we won more than once!

Through the clubs of thick smoke
Silhouettes of fallen warriors,
Down looking motionless;
But, about a miracle! Sun ray touched them -
And the hands squeezed the handle again,
B again turned the battle!

Win a fight myself with yourself!
Under foam beer,
In the bunch of raging cross
Stand up if I managed to win the Volata!
And there is no award to Miley than the faces of happy friends!