LYRICS

Abla just this cup full of wine sr, (x2)
so is my heart full of grief. (X2)

Let’s drink dear Mother, to get drunk, let
drinking old mother, to get drunk.
trouble dear Mother, to zaboravya. (x2)

And to drink, had stood his use of it HEMA, (x2)
January lands, had stood, rifle berdanka.
Pas go your way, dear son in forest green.

Pas go your way, dear son in forest green, (x2)
there ke Naida was stand up amidst band. (x2)