The Anthem of Tolstoy. Words of Mikhail Basilevsky. It's not hard to be happy. Just don't spare the money. Let's pour a dozen bottles of beer. A dozen bottles, a dozen bottles, a dozen bottles. A luxurious dinner is waiting for us. It's spread out on the dishes. But what about the stomach? Let the stomach grow. We don't need a diet. It's nice to live. It's so fat. For the world, it's a grace to store it. Who needs it? Enough of the meal. The stomach is free of them. Bring the time to the toast. It's not hard, it's not hard, it's not hard. It tastes like care. The dried ore. That's not a restriction in food. Take a breath. Eat a grated carrot. Carrot. And sing songs. La-la-la-la-la. But only the one who is always healthy. Yes, yes. Who eats like a fat man. It's not necessary to be poor. Only at night and during the day. It's only about the ulcer. In your intestines. In your intestines. In your intestines. Let life fly. Let the years run. Call everyone thin. La-la-la-la-la. I want to be always fat. And always young. About you, gloomy enemies. Enemies of meals and poems. La-la-la-la-la. Let's sing this song. Yes, yes. Cheerful fat people. From friendly toasts. The soul is warm in the chest. Bring the time to the toast. It's not hard.
