Oh, I'll get up on Monday,
I'm not going to rest at least.
Chorus:
Oh, I spun or not spun,
Forgive me, God, for lying!
And the tow smokes,
And the head hurts,
And he goes to the tavern.
Oh, the godparents are drinking there,
Oh, there are godparents waiting,
Oh, there the godparents drink,
And everyone remembers me:
"What's the news?"
What godmother is not there?
Oh, I'll get up on Tuesday,
I'm not going to pass forty!
Chorus.
Oh, I'll get up on Wednesday,
I'm not ahead and ahead.
Chorus.
Oh, I'll get up on Thursday,
Not far ahead though now.
Chorus.
Oh, I'll get up on Friday too,
I will not push at least a purgatory.
Chorus.
Oh, I'll get up on Saturday,
I won't do all the work.
Chorus.
