I have a friend who, when he drinks, begins to sing.

Alexander, Alexander, what are you whipping before us?
Like a topol with seeds, you look into his face.
The view is wood...

A smurf, the Moldovan answered the guy in order:
"A smogglean, Moldovan we collect the squad..."

And finally, the top – the song of Yulia Yulianovich Shevchuk "Autumn" (he does not know the words):

What is autumn is autumn.
Autumn is autumn, autumn is autumn.
Autumn is the sky, autumn is the sky.
This is autumn, this is heaven.