Lyrics Тимур Шаов - Ода пиву

Ears a golden cornfield
The bins are filled with barley -
Homeland will give me a beer
Foam maternal milk.

The thought spoken by the banal
But however, this thought is important (I utter):
"Drinking shmurdyak, buddy, immoral,
It’s an honor to drink beer, old man! "

Let it be hard and the wives look crooked
Let snow, and rain, and permanent hail -
But you and I will go, brother, for a beer!
For beer, brother, for beer, brother! go ahead for a beer brother!

Vile everything, immoral and deceitful,
Decadence, brothel, mess, bedlam,
Of the shrines, only beer is left
A mug, like a lamp, shines on us.

Beer is a liquid art!
Foam baroque, rococo! ..
Feast of taste, smell of violence -
Indeed a concert for beer with a balyk!

We don’t understand us teens snotty,
Their generation chooses lemonade -
But you and I will go, brother, for a beer!
For beer, brother, for beer, brother! go ahead for a beer brother!

Once rode a Greek across the river,
He took out the cancer and ate with beer ...
Beer stays with a man
Whether he is Greek, Circassian or Mingrel!

Let the henpecked run into heresy,
Say, a foamy potion will kill you, -
Foamy - not from the word "penis",
And from the word "foam", you fool!

How sturgeons rush to spawn silently,
As cranes fly to winter south
So our instinct leads you to beer!
For beer, brother, for beer, brother! go ahead for a beer brother!