Текст песни Ва-Банкъ - Кислое вино

Va Bank - Sour wine

     It was a holiday
     Guests arrived
     They drank wine
     Toasts spoke
     They didn't give a damn about my birthday
     They drank my tea, ate jam

     We talked about the weather, that in fashion
     About what is not in fashion and again about the weather ..

     It was sunday
     Maybe Saturday
     Or holiday - no one worked

     Bored in the morning
     No one answered
     Arrogant faces
     Full of sadness

     Then a sip at dinner
     Very nice - we’re going somewhere!

     Did the thing, sour wine
     Spilled through the veins - it became warm