Текст песни Михаил Щербаков - Застольная

How long, briefly the case was judged
   live us - do not think, do not torment.
   It’s only annoying that he’s been a year
   did not drive our roads.
         A longtime comrade, dear soul!
         Let the music not stop talking.
         Here's a drink in an ice damask
         here are anchovies and lingonberries ...
         Let’s sit down to console ourselves,
         to the light of the carcasses.
  
   The thrill of the young, deceived, disappeared -
   together with love to the grave.
   What a surprise, what a chill
   wait for us more from heaven?
         Can we not bear the absurd rumors?
         Are the wild tribes bold in turmoil?
         Will insidiousness dazzle us
         great and small caesars?
         This we somehow know.
         But as for the other, God knows.
  
   If only not now about a rack with a hook.
   If only the main thing is not a sound ...
   Music will end, separation will come
   grab it - empty around.
         Pour into glasses, living water!
         Remembering mortal is more expensive for yourself.
         We will be serene, because if
         happiness is not this, then what?
         If it’s not with us now,
         where is it in nature then?
  
   Separately the next morning, like last year,
   the hangover will catch up with us again -
   whether in the open sea, in the robbery gorge,
   in a heavy metropolitan child ...
         Hand, comrade, until dawn!
         Everything has changed, not everything has passed.
         Enough drink,
         the berries are pretty left
         there are various wings:
         as much as you want, choose a color.
   Blacks are for fear.
   White - to fly higher.
   Scarlet - in case of triumph.
   Maybe there are only gold.