Текст песни Владимир Черняков - За друзей, за друзей поднимаю бокал.

And outside the window the weather is mild,
We are gathered, we do not care for the rain.
We are happy at any time of the year,
The fog is only in the head, and we sing.
When the four of us,
We have fun together.
We talk about different things, about our own,
We tell the news and lead.
And sometimes we drink together vodka.

For friends, for friends
I raise the glass.
Oh, Olezhek, pour!
Oh, Andrew, play along!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igoryok and for the field we sing.

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 Negroes.
But in general, we will not be upset,
Let's save friends from trivialities.
We will condemn Stalin once more,
Heard stagnant speeches.

For friends, for friends
I raise the glass.
Oh, Olezhek, pour!
Oh, Andrew, play along!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igoryok and for the field we sing.

And tomorrow we will be flown by planes
For different countries, not even strained.
Who will see heaven, and who are the litters,
Who gin will drink, and who and "Solntsev bryag".
We saw difficulties,
We were imprisoned by the Jims.
For the horns of a bull
We learned to take.
We bought cars,
Apartments received
And we taught our wives to wait.
We bought cars,
Apartments received
And we taught our wives to wait.

For friends, for friends
I raise the glass.
Oh, Olezhek, pour!
Oh, Andrew, play along!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igoryok and for the field we sing.

For friends, for friends
I raise the glass.
Oh, Olezhek, pour!
Oh, Andrew, play along!
For friends, for friends
Let's drink a bitter infusion.
Eh, pour, Igoryok and for the field we sing.