Текст песни Бригадный Подряд - Вино по Рубль Шестьдесят

In the pocket skinny three rubles and that he store
It 's nothing in it and there is no fucking dry wines .
In vain whisper nightingales that everything they say , bypassed
Only the man whispered to me : - Run . In neighboring delivered .

Wine on the ruble - sixty . Oh! Oh !
Oh, how glad I am !

And my boon companion today will be in May .
I zakushu their freedom . Horseback soul to heaven.
Someday quite sopyus once so be it ,
But in the hospital just live through the sadness I remember .

Wine on the ruble - sixty . Oh! Oh !
Oh, how glad I am !