We approached to the pothouse, we wanted to drink,
Having a hangover, we wanted to imbibe some beer,
Temperature on the street is 32,5 degrees Celsius,
Now we'll drink a couple of litres of beer, we don't care about the heat!
- Hey, gimme, gimme, gimme a jar!
- We've broken it!
- Hey, gimme, gimme, gimme a jar!
- We've broken it, Yuri!
There are only boozy types around, nothing else to look at,
The sheer obscenity: "fuck your mother" and "fuck you",
But we have a lot of coins, we've been lucky in cards,
We have only one trouble - to thrust a jar into the window.
- Hey, gimme, gimme, gimme a jar!
- Well, where can we get it?
- Hey, gimme, gimme, gimme a jar!
- Well we don't have any!
Having no jar in the pothouse we'are like legless sprinters;
Like earless musicians, like crabless whores;
Like noseless tasters, like badgeless soldiers;
Like handless masturbators, like panless toilets.
- Hey, gimme, gimme, gimme a jar!
- We've broken it!
- Hey, quickly give me a jar! You are a goat!
- Please, don't cuss me, Yuri!
- Fuck, quickly give me a jar! You're all ass holes!
- I can't just plop it out!
- Fuck, quickly give me a jar!
- We've broken it!
- Ass holes!