Текст песни В.Черняков - За Друзей

& # 65279; And outside the window, non-flying weather,
We gathered, we do not care for the rain,
We feel good at any time of the year
The fog is only in the head, and we sing.

We are happy when everything is together again
And we talk about different things, about our own,
We tell the news and news.
And sometimes we drink vodka together

For friends, for friends I raise a glass,
Eh, Olezhek, pour, eh, Andrey, play along.
For friends, for friends, I’ll drink a bitter infusion,
Oh, pour it, Igor, and sing for the field.

And at home we all have problems,
Share with friends at the table,
And in Africa there are still harems,
Today we drink for free blacks.
But in general, we will not be upset,
Save your friends from the little things
We will condemn Stalin once more
We listened to stagnant speeches.

For friends, for friends I raise a glass,
Eh, Olezhek, pour, eh, Andrey, play along.
For friends, for friends, I’ll drink a bitter infusion,
Oh, pour it, Igor, and sing for the field.

Tomorrow they’ll smash it to planes
In different countries, he didn’t even harness
Who sees paradise, well, and who litters,
Who will drink the gin, and who and Slynchev Bryag.

We saw difficulties, we sharpened knives
And by the horns of a bull we learned to take
We bought cars, received apartments
And we taught our wives to wait.

We bought cars, we bought apartments
And we taught our wives to wait.

For friends, for friends I raise a glass,
Eh, Olezhek, pour, eh, Andrey, play along.
For friends, for friends, I’ll drink a bitter infusion,
Oh, pour it, Igor, and sing for the field.

Field, field, field
White field
Tram-there-there
Ra-pa-ra-pa-pam
Ra-pa-ra-pa-pam

For friends, for friends I raise a glass,
Eh, Olezhek, pour, eh, Andrey, play along.
For friends, for friends, I’ll drink a bitter infusion,
Oh, pour it, Igor, and sing for the field.