Текст песни Вася Скобелин - Вся истина в вине

You take my hand
Something sky rocks
And remember, my soul,
All dreams come true

Pour yourself to the brim with wine
And zaley their grievances and past
Come on we're lost,
Forgetting the bad and vulgar

First, the whole truth in wine!
First, the whole truth in wine!
Believe me!

The heart wants to rotation
Both legs in a dance they ask
Look, alcoholics
The tours are worn waltz

The morning will be a hangover,
Cucumber zelie
And podushemochenie
Well, now the fun!

First, the whole truth in wine!
First, the whole truth in wine!
Believe me!

Morning ...
I have to go home ...
Where is my home?
And who am I in it?

Listen, my friend,
Who are you?
What? Where?
You're home!

First, the whole truth in wine!
First, the whole truth in wine!
Believe me!