Текст песни Батя - Пивас, Усы и Пузо

I remember the old days: the sun, summer, collective farm,
And how we yearned for dung in the garden
And the noise of birches, oats, sweet singing of goats,
How the local drunken supply manager married us in the registry office.
Then, I remember, your green victory,
And in victory we caught a fair wind
But we were not destined to travel around the world.
Hairy under your nose you let go of the tape.
I found friends like you mustached
And fishing sutra and right before sunset.
Without fishing rod and even without cotton candy
Only two bags of bottles are hugged by you.
Drink beer days and nights
Nights and days, and this is from sadness.
You drink beer with your mouth
Mouth with a mustache, drinking behind garages.
Pivas, Mustache and Puzo.