Текст песни Максим Аверин - Я пью за здоровье немногих...

I drink to the health of a few,
Few but true friends,
Friends neuklonchivo stringent
The temptations of volatile days.

I drink to the health of distant,
Far but cute friends
Friends like me, lonely
Amid the alien to the hearts of their people.

In my goblet of wine shed tears,
But the sweet and clean their flow;
So black with scarlet roses
It is woven into my prandial wreath.

My cup for a few common,
Few but true friends,
Friends neuklonchivo stringent
The temptations of volatile days.

For the health and distant neighbors,
Far away, but the heart of relatives,
And in memory of friends alone,
Deceased in graves dumb.