Алёша Бобиков - За пивом
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On summer tires through the first snow,
With a messed-up head across bare ice,
Dreaming of getting the hell out—
To where, even we don't know.
We drive down the road, acting like hotshots.
We’ve fought our way up to sixth place.
Goal achieved—here’s your three rubles.
With a proud face, going to claim the prize.
We drive down the road, acting like hotshots.
I’m off to get some beer—na na na na.
I’m off to get some beer—na na na na.
I’m off to get some beer—na na na na.
And at night, someone renounced their faith.
And in the morning, someone went right ahead
And sold their cross.
And by day—
Having buried their conscience deep down—
We drive down the road, acting like hotshots.
So what will you tell
Your children later on?
I’ll tell them just this: that’s how it was, is, and always will be.
Screw it all—I’ll take a piss right by the mosque.
We drive down the road, acting like hotshots.
I drink and I piss, I drink and I piss.
Yeah, I’ve got a dick!
I drink and I piss, I drink and I piss.
That’s just how this shit goes.
I drink and I piss, I drink and I piss.
You’re mine and I’m yours.
I drink and I piss, I drink and I piss.
One endless bender.