Песенка старого шарманщика [Pesenka starogo sharmanshchika] [English translation]

My flimflam hurdy-gurdy,

Your singing is so sweet.

My flimflam hurdy-gurdy,

Where are you leading me?

I'm walking, barely moving,

Five minutes per three feet.

How can I reach my end point,

When shoes are tight indeed?

The work is work, I don't fret,

There's always so much work.

I wish I had enough sweat

For all my years as perk.

The payback for the lapses

Is also work to bide.

Think, your smile won't collapse when

They kick you in the side?

The work is work as always,

There's always work to do...