Что нам делать с пьяным матросом? [Chto nam delat' s p'yanym matrosom?] [English translation]

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

God, save us!

In the center of the Earth old and ancient

There’s a snake solid like the silicon,

We were walking to see the entire village,

Оh, don’t sob.

He’s lying, he’s hardly breathing himself,

His eyes are closed, the heat is writing like that,

But who will tell, he’ll hear everything.

God, save us!

Seven ships are sailing on the sea,

Everyone is hurrying to help his grief

And bringing him different medicines,

Оh, don’t sob.

One sailor started reeling,

He was trying not to fall, but he couldn’t

And he fell in the cellar with this medicine.

God, save us!

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

What shall we do with the drunken sailor?

What shall we do, but what shall we do with him?

God, save us!

That’s what we shall do with the drunken sailor

We’ll strengthen him with the anchor cable

And we’ll dress him up like Hugh Boss,

Оh, don’t sob.

It doesn’t matter how the rope is rotating,

Know, the soul will get tired of being tortured,

He’ll arise and transfigure.

God, save us!

So that’s what we shall do with the drunken sailor

That’s what we shall do with the drunken sailor

That’s what we shall do with the drunken sailor

God, save us all!