Текст песни Слуцкий - Я, видать, таким родился

I see I was born
In the village, in the village
I'm in binge, I'm in a ruin
I have been hinged all my life

Only a glass of my joy
Life is my hangover sleep
Vodka Mom to me
The mouth of the moonshine

Everything is wrong, already hurts the heart
But the soul waves
Under the native shirt
Evil of the lice started

My face, my document
In Hebrew Auswis
You forgive me Russia
You aren't an angry Chubais

I can’t fix me with a crowbar
And not to cure a rake
It is easier to be born again
Than to keep up drinking

Oh how painful, oh how sad
Life you dreamed about me
As if someone is sober.
Not a mine, like a horse

A miracle can come in
After all, we have a country of miracles
God come from nowhere
Will retire to the side of the demon

There may be a different happiness
The Lord will splash into glasses
Eh, Russia, mother Russia
Happy is the one who drinks from grief

Happy is the one who does not hurt
If you just don't give a damn
If there is no faith in the heart
So what to worry

And who to regret, sorry
As one poet said
If the homeland is Russia
But in the soul of Russia there is no

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

So Zhirinovsky was right
He has a lawyer father
Who was born a tractor driver
He will die as a tractor driver

Now cranberries are too red
Today it is drunk hard
My boat without leafing
The bits were carried away

A tractor got into the field
He has a hem of a motor
Why is it so hard to drink
That's what brothers are too much