Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Пивные Моря

Some for the hill, others in trade,
Run from reality all!
And I do a pyrial love
In all her drunk glory.

Beer seas are not applied to the card.
They live in our souls,
And they splash the yellow wave they are in March
And in the summer again to plunge.

Beer seas inhabit the seryls,
boiled crayfish, slash and snacks,
In depths bubble sources of vodka
And wept the retext of our marriages.

In any weather, I open the season,
dive into the bastard down head
and in your own bathroom look like pops up
Commonly and beer belly.