Водка, Водка

Раз, два, три, четыре
Водка, водка, водка, водка

Раз, два, три, четыре
Водка, водка, водка, водка

Эх, что мне горе! Жизни море
Надо вычерпать до дна.
Сердце, тише! Выше, выше
Кубки старого вина!

Эх, что мне горе! Жизни море
Надо вычерпать до дна.
Сердце, тише! Выше, выше
Кубки старого вина!

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