Текст песни Тролль Гнёт Ель - Хорошо быть пивоваром

Good to be a brewer,
Tolstoy, kind, fairly old.
Having thrown all girlfriends,
To be in a range of beer steins,
To nonsense kind of thought
About prekrasnolikih virgins
It does not interfere with the basic
Brewing business.
I confess: brewer
Become chose not without reasons.
Everyone knows - in the Brewers
Take true men.
The polls are respected
All of you - and young and old,
If proudly wear the title
& quot; Scandinavian brewer & quot ;.
In a dark dungeon, ancient
Rove potion in a copper vat.
Destined to him one day
Amber in the mouth become greedy.
Soon after his term approaches
Once free,
Moisture foam pour into cups,
Danced in the stomach.
On the mountain benches put,
The whole world feast noble right.
Click Utley, Heagney, Thrór,
And all the other friends too.
But the problem happened again -
Well I always rented sample
Every day during the period,
During fermentation looking sternly.
That's up in a tub of beer
Beer somewhere in half a cup.
Vaughn and guests on the road ...
I am taking perhaps legs!