Я снова весел и немного пьян Моя нога...

I'm funny again and a little drunk
Let my foot step indirectly
But boldly go around any weeds
And don't hit the damned stone

I'm pushing the stone fog
What I found so cherished happiness
And God will forgive me for being drunk
And will not let me fall into bad weather

I speak the thoughts of the sages
The barefoot laugh of a barefoot drunkard
I will spare them, as long as I am not new
In his desire to break all the shackles

What a degree again put on my tongue
But did not dare to break the clarity of thought
I drink wine. That is a sin, but I'm used to
So that neither I nor it turns sour!
(with)
10.24.2013