Текст песни Высоцкий - Давайте после драки

Let's after a fight
We will with a wave of fists
Not only beer racks
We ate and varnished,
No, the deadlines were set
The fights were prepared
They prepared in the prophets
My comrades.

Now all this is strange
It all sounds stupid.
In five neighboring countries
Our corpses are buried.
And the marble of the lieutenants -
Plywood monument -
The wedding of those talents
The denouement of those legends.

For our fates (personal),
For our glory (general),
For that line excellent,
What we were looking for feelings
For not spoiling
Neither the song we, nor a verse
Let's drink, dead
For the health of the living!