Текст песни Кипелов и Маврин - Выпьем ещё

One sip of my heart will not let the fire
But a spark can give a second.
And again in the morning I did not understand,
Who are the dead who are alive.

Drink more, mate, drink more,
Let's drink a little bit more and everything.

While still conscious recall times
Cheap living and cheap wine.
When any of those cool jazz playing,
Country home selling.

Drink more, mate, drink more,
Let's drink a little bit more and everything.

Are you glad freedom - choose yourself a madhouse,
Though here, though somewhere over the hill,
But I have become old, that is not different to sing,
But I was young to die.

Drink more, mate, drink more,
Let's drink a little bit more and everything.

Drink more, mate, drink more,
Let's drink a little bit more and everything.