Текст песни Гончаренко - Тост

I raise this glass for God,
I raise this glass for us,
So that no one touched me,
To disappear crowds of those evil grimace.

I raise this glass for death,
So that when you desire - we will fall
If not to heaven - at least on Everest,
There we will come up with you to heaven.

I raise this glass for my mother,
So that she did not cry just like that
To be proud of who I became,
To live in the heat in her lips.

I raise this glass for love,
So that she never gave pain
And so that all our pleas things succeed,
I will raise the last glass for life.