Тимур Шаов - Ода пиву
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Golden Niva is gloomy,
Bins are stuffed with barley -
The homeland will drink me with beer
Foamy maternal youth.

The thought of the Advisor Ba-Nalna,
But however, this thought is important (I am resking):
"Drink shmurdyak, buddy, immoral,
Drink beer honorary, old! "

Let it be hard, and the wives look crookedly,
Let snow, and rain, and permanent hail -
But you and I will go, brother, at beer!
For beer, brother, beer, brother! Forward, at beer, brother!

Everything is vile, immoral and false,
Decadence, brothel, mess, bedroom,
Of the shrines, only beer remains,
A mug, like a lamp, shines to us.

Beer is a liquid art!
Foam baroque, Rococo! ..
Feast of taste, smell riot -
Indeed, a concert for beer with a ball!

We do not understand the teenagers snotty,
Their generation chooses lemonade -
But you and I will go, brother, at beer!
For beer, brother, beer, brother! Forward, at beer, brother!

Somehow the Greek rode across the river,
I took out cancer and with beer
Beer remains with a person,
Be he Greek, Circassian or Mingrel!

Subblines, let them fall into heresy,
Say, a foamy potion will kill you, -
Foamy - not from the word "penis",
And from the word "foam", fool!

How sturgeons for spawning are torn silently,
How cranes to winter to the south fly -
So you and I instinct leads to beer!
For beer, brother, beer, brother! Forward, at beer, brother!