In furcoat, hat and Dushegreya Jacket (#1)
The Street Sweeper smoked his little pipe
And, being comfortably seated on the bench
The Street Sweeper said to the snow
(REF:)
Vir-Vir-Vir-Vir
Bum-Bum-Bum-Bum
Trrrrr--ras-sas-sa
Rilassa, Ralassa
Dzhumlai-Rudi-Ralala
Will you fly, snow, will you melt ?
Its impossible to find out..
Sweeping in and sweeping out
No good in sweeping at all
The Point of saying being what ?
I'd better sit down, and smoke some more
Rilassa, Ralassa
Dzhumlai Rudi-Ralalla (REF)
The Sweeper smokes and smokes his pipe
And with his eyes squints at the snow
He sighs and yawns
And all of a sudden falls asleep (REF)
(INTERLUDE)
"Manya, just look!" yelled Vanya
Do you see the scarecrow sitting over there
Staring with his charcoal eyes
Looking at his broom (REF)
He looks like some sort of snowman
Or just Father Frost
Come now, hit him on the hat
Or pinch him in the nose (REF)
And it would roar in an instant, stamp the feet
And it would jump up from the bench
And it would shout in russian: (REF)