Once in the tavern at the Black Mountain
Came old troll with a gray beard
He became a honey brew, cast over him

In the copper pot was throwing grass

Did he drink so nice

The next morning hangover is a party
And he attracts women like a bull calf
The next day, do not whine sides


In the old tavern folk dances
Of oak barrels gushing honey

Anyone who does not drink - he will soon die
And he did not die, who will drink our honey
C maids if not lucky

Drink a mug and it will go
In the old tavern folk dances
Of oak barrels gushing honey


Morning has come red dawn
Look, do not really have a hangover

The girls around one here, one there
And they themselves said yesterday I will not give!


Tavern called 'The trolls Nora'
Where in the morning has a headache
And beautiful girls out there just do not find it

And rarely do they cherish their honor