Forelocky, forelocky,1a curly forelock
May you flutter, forlocky in the wind
I loved you, forelocky, before
But I cannot forget you now
I used to put a cap at the back of my head
And walk out at day or evening hours
And the forelock would flutter from under the cap
Hey, it would flutter in the the wind
Springtime will pass, summer will come
The trees in the garden will be growing wild and beautiful
But I, a poor-poor boy,
Will be chained hand and foot.2
I am a po-po-poor boy
Hey, I will be chained hand and foot.
But I'm not afraid of Siberia3
Because the Siberia is also Russian land
Hey, flutter, flutter, you curly forelock
Flutter forelock, in the wind
Yet, flutter, flutter, curly forelock
Hey, flutter forelock, in the wind
1. I mean "A little forelock" ;)2. Obviously, this is a prisoner's song.3. Siberia was a traditional region for exile in Russia.