Brigade M - Ukrainian Kvass [Десять Полум'яних Років] | Текст песни

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• Brigade M
• Ukrainian Kvass [Десять Полум'яних Років]

We took a plane to Ukraine,
We meet the drummer, he's insane
Too many strippers, too much booze
My head's clear, cause I choose for

Ukrainian kvass, NO russian vodka!
Ukrainian kvass, NO german schnapps!
Ukrainian kvass, NO dutsch jenever!
Ukrainian kvass, stick that liquor up your ass!

We're in the studio day and night
The noise is killing me, no daylight
The band is drowning in alcohol
But I keep going: I'm on roll with

Ukrainian kvass, NO russian vodka!
Ukrainian kvass, NO german schnapps!
Ukrainian kvass, NO dutsch jenever!
Ukrainian kvass, stick that liquor up your ass!

The show's in Kharkiv, the road is long
Hardline, crossed arms, standing strong
The crowd goes wild, Mike's flying
Broken elbow, but he's not crying with

Ukrainian kvass, NO russian vodka!
Ukrainian kvass, NO german schnapps!
Ukrainian kvass, NO dutsch jenever!
Ukrainian kvass, stick that liquor up your ass!

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