Music Vodka Friends And Slam Lyrics by Kolya Tkachenko and Dmytro Kenda (With love to our metal’n’beer friend Taras)
Taras lives where vodka burns like napalm He drinks it greedily, not telling his mom Vodka gives him forces for banging his head Because Taras is a fucking true metalhead!
Taras creates thrash and carbon monoxide Raising metal waves on which you can ride He strings air on his pair of the horns And in his eyes, scorching hellfire burns
Darker than the blackest darkness of space Taras shows his drunk and smiling face Many years went by but Taras’s still the same And each of us must know this thrash metal name!
Chorus: Music, vodka, friends and slam He incredibly likes them Attend five minutes for a liver massage You will be today in festivity rush Music, vodka, friends and slam He incredibly likes them Happy birthday, dear bro Everything is for you now
Shut the fuck up you silly bich Taras wanna make a little speech Make a metal, bang your head Today is good day for us to be mad