Текст песни Irish Ёрш - Финское похмело

I'm hot Finnish guy, I like to chop wood,
When, after a night of drunken, tormented hangover in the morning.
It is better to be sober, but a drop in the house there,
And that's really our wine as the month closed at lunch.

Suddenly, from the forest gets us to the farm scary troll
And circles spreads a disgusting stench.
Considered it more closely, I see - Russian alkonavt.
Hales me a bottle of vodka, he wants to drink brotherhood.

They drank vodka - okoseli clearly vodka from shit,
We see the whole week will be in the morning to chop wood.
I blush, I'm pale, well, Russian though henna.
He waited until somleyu and stole my pants.

I chased him for half a day in the village with no pants.
He desperately cursed, he gave me in the eyes and was gone.
Greening annoyance, then I went to tell everyone:
& quot; Never, friends do not have to thump the morning with Russian & quot ;.