So that the evening passes carefree and famously,
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Go with friends to a tavern,
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From different drinks you choose beer,
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Not vodka, not rum, not cognac.
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When there is a problem with drinking in the brain
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And in the throat there is a terrible dryness,
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Only a sip of beer at the tent will help,
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Not vodka, not rum, not cognac.
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Beer is foaming, the beauty is playful,
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And everything is fine with you!
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And if not completely, then no problem,
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Order more beer!
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You are tired of cops and laws,
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And a society of vile pigs,
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Pour yourself a beer on their kookies
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It's more fun to look through the mug.
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Beer is foaming, the beauty is playful,
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And everything is fine with you!
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And if not completely, then no problem,
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Order more beer!
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Why do you think about life and death
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About a hundred rotten ideas,
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Isn't it better to just forget about the problems
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In the company of drunken friends.
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Beer is foaming, the beauty is playful,
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And everything is fine with you!
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And if not completely, then no problem,
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Order more beer! |