Текст песни Игорь Слуцкий - Я, видать, таким родился

I see so born
In the countryside, in the village
I'm in a drinking bout , I'm on the loose
I've always drunk

Only a glass of my joy
My life is a dream hangover
Vodka me own mother
Native dad moonshine

It's not so much heart hurt
But the soul toils
Under undershirt shirt
Wound up angering louse

My face is my document
Hebrew ausvays
Forgive me Russian
You do not zli me Chubais

I do not fix it with a crowbar
And rakes not heal
It is easier to be born again
Than to force quit drinking

Oh how it hurts , oh how sad
Life because you had a dream about me
If someone sober rides
Nor mine , as on a horse

Maybe miracle
After all, we have a country of miracles
God has come out of nowhere
Depart aside the devil

Maybe another happiness
In glasses Lord plesnet
Eh, Russia, Russian mother
Happy is he who drinks from grief

Happy is he who does not hurt
If you just do not care
If you do not have faith in the heart
So why worry

And on whom I will forgive
As one poet
If the birthplace of Russia
In Russia there is no soul

If vodka for the people
As for the elite cognac
So something is wrong
Then something is wrong here

So was right Zhirinovsky
His father is a lawyer
Who was born on a tractor
He will die as a tractor driver

Today too red cranberries
Now drink heavily
My boat without a leash
Swept down the river

In the field zavyaznul tractor
He podoh motor
Why is it so hard to drink
That's what brothers bust