Текст песни Irish Ёрш - Финское похмело

I'm hot Finnish guy, I like to chop wood,
When, after a night of drunken, tormented hangover in the morning.
It would be better to get drunk, but in the house there is not a drop,
And that's really our wine month since shut for lunch.

Suddenly from the forest gets us to the farm terrible troll
And the circle extends disgusting stench.
Considered it closer, I see - Russian alkonavt.
Hales me a bottle of vodka, thirsty brotherhood.

They drank vodka - okoseli obviously vodka from the shit,
We see the whole week will be in the morning to chop wood.
I blush, I turn pale, well, Russian though henna.
He waited until somleyu and stole my pants.

I chased him for half a day in the village with no pants.
He desperately cursed, he gave me in the eye and was gone.
Greening of frustration, I went there to tell everyone:
& Quot; Never, friends do not need in the morning with Russian thump & quot ;.