Cold Beer (very loosely translated version)
The night I was born there was a twister and hurricane
And everyone that was present drank himself really dead drunk
Cold beer, you can rescue me
Cold beer, I can't get ahold of you
I know two words: aroks and shtyor*
My head’s like an armoured troup carrier
Cold beer, you can rescue me
Cold beer, I can't get ahold of you
There’s a snowstorm outside, four days off **
It looks like I can’t see the stall
They must have carried it off in the night
Cold beer, you can rescue me
Cold beer, I can't get ahold of you
I really love alcohol, it doesn’t matter what form.
I had a drink of brake fluid, but I tell you it really brakes me.
Cold beer, you can rescue me
Cold beer, I can't get ahold of you
*see argument on meaning in Guest Book ** Not 100% on the translation of this line. Suggestions welcome.