Ah, the sword-blunt is dull
I chopped a lot of three-headed
All wanderings came to an end
Yes, and Sivka-Burka aged, he was emaciated.
I’ll fall on the stove well done,
And my wife Mary let me
Kvass with aspic serves there,
I'll be on the balalaika
Chatter suffering.
Chorus:
Scarlet color, red poppy,
At least some good news.
There was Ivan, there was a fool,
Was yes all went out.
From different evil spirits in my eyes ripples
From Kashcheyev, watery and goblin,
I defeated them more than once, I was a bit myself
And now at least I am amusing the body.
We give birth to Maryushka of children-children,
Among others, are we really bad
Only the children have gone wrong
They do not strive for heroes, for buffoons.
Chorus.
It’s only in a fairy tale, trouble is not trouble,
Just hit, and immediately get up.
Wounds hurt, but living water
It hurts the road, and even then you won’t get it.
Enter every house and enter
For the sake of honor, as well as fame.
Everyone says: “Behold that victory,”
Ali, I'm some kind of mercenary, right.
Chorus.
