Михаил Круг — Водочку Пьём...

Fog in Petersburg, snow and frost in Moscow, In Tver they're tormented by thirst... Hung over, all of Somenka, Ploshchad and Yuzhny, And on Proletarka — dry mouth.

We pour vodka, we drink vodka, We live on vodka alone.

Bochtar in his Ford floors it to the max, Probably rushing to Lazurny! But hung over he drove off the bridge into the oil depot, And the Ford's in the shop...

We pour vodka, we drink vodka, We live on vodka alone.

Hung over from morning they poured foamy beer For Mikhalych and Parik. They drank the beer — like they were born again, Not like after kefir...

We pour vodka, we drink vodka, We live on vodka alone.

Buy a cassette — we'll play it a bit, Krug sings his songs there... Don't know Krug? — Look in the window — He's in that booth drinking himself.

We pour vodka, we drink vodka, We live on vodka alone.

We know that drinking harms the body, But there's one clever trick: Give yourself a vodka enema up the ass — No smell, and it's a double win.

We pour vodka, we drink vodka, We live on vodka alone.

Fog in Petersburg, snow and frost in Moscow, In Tver they're tormented by thirst... Hung over, all of Somenka, Ploshchad and Yuzhny, And on Proletarka — dry mouth.

We pour vodka, we drink vodka, We live on vodka alone.