Текст песни Вася Обломов - Боярышник

Song about hawthorn!

In the depths of Siberian ores
"Hawthorn" people drink.
Trading Baba Tarachuto,
And buys grandfather Pihto.

Will punish the soul and glass
Universal Bug
Healing the wound, remove the evil eye.
And, by the way, done with us.

Grandfather made money
And on the "hawthorn" won.
In the stomach, the remedy
And died next to grandfather Pihto.

Here he rose to the Gallezh and howl.
And in the news prime such
Said you need to ban
People nasty to drink this.

And grandmother immediately under the arrest,
And my grandfather on the grave is a cross.
And the difference "ethyl methyl"
The manufacturer understood.

Centuries will be held
Grass Russia will face
And our life has long passed,
And only the hawthorn will bloom here.

Centers will be held
Grass Russia will face
And happiness to the party will pass,
And only the hawthorn will bloom here.