Lyrics Попутчик и Александр Дюмин - Братушка

What was thought - that, my brother
This counter buzzing
Great Mother Russia
Where in it just do not sit
In an unpaid car
Trains will take us
Who is the first who is in the law
On the roads to nowhere

Tariff of the tariff is that

He did not give the beggar to the porch
To remember his soul.
You're on this table without tablecloths
Do not crush a cigarette.
Though now let's share
For two, one launches
Know we will not soon have a hangover
It is visible only chifirnem.

I have a beautiful wife
And now I do not know
Without me it will grow old
Or it will go to the fraeru.
I will remember the nights are hot,
That she was with me.
Do you hear, whether the crow croaks,
Either the convoy eats.

We were not sheltered by my mother,
A wicked stepmother prison
And we will be met, my brother,
The Ice Colima.
Bread chew prisons
We are fated to be with you
Ah, fate, Central Vladimir,
Yes, not measured evil.

What was thought about, brother,
And what is not fun looking?
Great Russia - Mother
You can not escape from fate.
Pass like our horses, our best years
Who is the first, who is in the law,
On the roads to nowhere.