Текст песни Маузеръ - Мы наливаем в стаканы

Heavy share day by day
to see how friends are dying again.
How difficult to climb out of the black earth
In the gray mist, bloody dawn
How hard is it to tolerate that here popuscheno
with friends partake stinking mixture.

And we move the glasses
We again nalem
We pour glasses
We will soon die
And our passions boil hell-fire
After the death of ...

heavy burden torn down arms
Cut off the feet, and suddenly killed
On a drunken booze in tobacco smoke
Native son mommy sees in his grave
Buhoi president and thumping country
Alkolnaya, against the people, the war

And we move the glasses
We again nalem
We pour glasses
We will soon die
And our passions boil hell-fire
After the death of ...