Текст песни Ария - Выпьем ещё

One sip of my soul will not fire ,
       But the spark can give the second ,
        And then again in the morning I do not understand ,
        Who are the dead who - alive!
        Drink more , buddy ,
      Drink more ,
       Let's drink a little bit more ,
       And yet !
      While still conscious - remember the times
      Cheaper life and cheap wine ,
       When any of those cool jazz playing ,
        Country home prodovat ...

       Are you glad freedom to choose their own madhouse
      At least here , at least somewhere over the hill ,
    But I have become old , to live in a different way and to sing,
  But I was young to die !