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 [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] and smiling face
Many years went by but Taras’s still the same
And each of us must know this thrash metal name!
 [bad word] 
Music, vodka, friends and slam
He incredibly likes them
Attend five minutes for a liver massage
You will be today in [bad word] Music, vodka, friends and slam
He incredibly likes them 
Happy birthday, dear bro
Everything is for you now

Shut the [bad word] 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
 [bad word]