Текст песни Весёлый пономарь - Чёрные рясы

Songs and jokes at the table, and the dead - asters
But the hour of the funeral - the minister of Christ stood
Let by nature I'm rude and harsh, but black robes
In everyone's eyes, I kiss and caress ready.

The black robes, black robes - a proud tuft of beard
What is done to them vodka and beer, under the leftovers
People decorate your funeral just a few days,
And leave you dry out the house, on a bed of their

But grandmother carry you along, and matins immediately
Let the smoke of incense fills the site courts.
Who invented you drink all year round, on the black robe?
And in the world to divert stray kebabs and oblique men ...

Sacred poses, incense dose - defenseless priests
What is done to them whiskey and tonic, a quiet laugh blue
People decorate your own holiday only a few days,
And forget you pohmelyatsya, in the depths of the vanities and passions