Текст песни Selsoviet - Про бухло

I woke up on Sunday morning -
The package of two bottles of booze.
And this is the bad luck,
Though not a headache,
I do not want to drink a magic potion,
With so warmed the soul of yesterday.

It warms the soul of loot in your pocket,
Warms thought booze in a glass,
Booze warm in any weather,
Warms and You! Cultivate it in the fashion!

And I wanted to drink booze yesterday ...
But the trouble, will not go into the throat of any dick.
Do not worry, I'll wait for the evening,
I take the booze and come off!

It warms the soul of loot in your pocket,
Warms thought booze in a glass,
Booze warm in any weather,
Warms and You! Cultivate it in the fashion!