Russian folk song
Kamarinskaya
Russian traditional song
As a Kamarinsky man ran along Varvarinskaya Street,
Ah, you son of a bitch, a Kamarino man, undressed, running down the street.
And where is it seen, in what light is heard!
We gave birth to a ram’s chicken, a poker of eggs laid,
The pomelo was dissecting, running about on benches.
And he handed the armless eggs, he slaughtered the bastard for the bosom,
And the blind man kept peeping, while the deaf man listened to everything,
And the silent guard shouted, and the legless ran after:
- Oh, mother, robbery, robbery, sovereign, beer, beer!
Yes, and I was at that end, and I drank wine in the root,
Yes, and I slept on a pillow, kissed me darling,
All the darlings, Mashechki, gave me pieces of paper,
And the pieces of paper are brand new, twenty-five rubles!