Текст песни Сатана Козёл - Пивовар

The day wakes up the morning mist
Sweet dew drunk Plot
The first ray of sunshine spruce concerns
Soft carpet underfoot grass

In the wild hangover awakes Frol
& quot; Oh, my head like a bell
I used to find more pot
Yes hops and malt & quot;

At the edge of the fire flares up
The copper pot boiling water
Yes, all the people around the fire going
Ah, to be a good booze

& quot; I have plenty of water to drink
Only the will is no longer mine
Back in the heady scent of the air
Drunk my life freestyle & quot;

Sea waves on the rocks hits
Wind in the Pines confused
Frol strong beer pours down his throat
Here he fancied Horned

& quot; Hey, let's go to the woods soon
There you are waiting too long ago
Goblin, famously so obscurantism
Hard cooked wine ... & quot;