Outside the village , by the river ,
Chop wood men .
And they are doing what they want,
Only the chips fly .
Do not chill towers ,
Bad weather winter
And no one will remember , no,
How primrose blooms .
Do not ruin the guys , do not kill !
Do not cut the tree , do not cut !
For nest rook
Do not cut a temper !
Do not cut , I say, do not break !
I was young and was removed ,
Happened , seen ,
Leaky hundred shirts ,
All not in these parts .
Do not cut primrose,
Al Chrestus you do not!
I myself do not wish
For Russia sadness .
Do not ruin the guys , do not kill !
Do not cut the tree , do not cut !
For nest rook
Do not cut a temper !
Do not cut , I say, do not break !
Do not ruin the guys , do not kill !
Do not cut the tree , do not cut !
For nest rook
Do not cut a temper !
Do not cut , I say, do not break !
Do not ruin the peasants ,
Do not cut the tree !
Outside the village , by the river
Chop wood, guys ...
