Владимир Черняков - За друзей поднимаю бокал
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And the weather is not impudent outside the window
We gathered, it's a rain to us.
We are good at any time of the year,
Fog only in the head, and we sing.
When we are four
We have fun together.
We are talking about different, about your
We tell the news and lead.
And sometimes we drink vodka together.

For friends, for friends
Raise a glass.
Eh, Olezhek, pour!
Eh, Andrei, Raise!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igor and for the field to us spit.

And at home we all have problems,
Share with friends at the table.
And in Africa there is still a harem,
Today for loose blacks drink.
But in general, we will not be upset,
The coast of friends from the little things.
We are still somewhat conciliatory,
We have listened to congestive speeches.

For friends, for friends
Raise a glass.
Eh, Olezhek, pour!
Eh, Andrei, Raise!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igor and for the field to us spit.

And tomorrow we will deal with airplanes
According to various countries, not even in straining.
Who will see heaven, well, and who are littered,
Who jin will go, and who and the "sun bryag".
We are difficult to see
Gima sharpened us.
For the horns of the bull
We learned to take.
We bought cars,
Apartments received
And we have learned your wives to wait.
We bought cars,
Apartments received
And we have learned your wives to wait.

For friends, for friends
Raise a glass.
Eh, Olezhek, pour!
Eh, Andrei, Raise!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igor and for the field to us spit.

For friends, for friends
Raise a glass.
Eh, Olezhek, pour!
Eh, Andrei, Raise!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igor and for the field to us spit.