Текст песни The Retuses - Снова пьют

Again here drink, fight and cry
Under yellow sadness harmonics.
Damn their failures,
They remember the Moscow Rus.
And I myself, lowered his head,
Pour wine eyes,
So as not to see in person the fatal,
To think otherwise even a moment.

Something all forever lost.
May my blue! Blue June!
Not since the only weapon so chadit mertvyachinoy
Over Propane this revelry.

Ah, so much fun today, Russia,
Moonshine alcohol - the river.
The accordion with sunken nose
He sings about the Volga and about Checa.

Something all forever lost.
May my blue! Blue June!
Not since the only weapon so chadit mertvyachinoy
Over Propane this revelry.