Clovers are fully juicy,
wind by the meadows is storming
And above the meadows,
ravens are loudly swirling (Mmmmm...)
Throwing the clover in the crib,
The old man will cautiously grumble
Whites are chopping the Red ones,
Reds are chopping the White Ones.
Whites are chopping the Red ones,
Reds are chopping the White Ones. (Mmmmm...)
World shows from afar
Through the narrow windows
Russians are chopping the Russian,
Russians are chopping down Russians
World shows from afar
Through the narrow windows
Russians are chopping the Russian,
Russians are chopping down Russians
Grandpa', why are they fighting?
Why don't they stay in their homes?
"These ones to take down the poor,
those to abolish the rich ones..."
(Russians are chopping the Russian...)
Whites are chopping the Red ones,
Reds are chopping the White,
Sun is rising up shinning,
So many rip cherries around
World shows from afar
Through the narrow windows
Russians are chopping the Russian,
Russians are chopping down Russians
Kazak wifes await their kazaks,
Keeping them some vine
Not waiting for the rich or the poor,
But only for their loved ones... (Mmmm...)
Grandpa', grandpa' dearest..
So hot now, let us go swimming.
Tell me in all your truth,
For what should I be fighting?
World shows from afar
Through the narrow windows
Russians are chopping the Russian,
Russians are chopping down Russians
World shows from afar
Through the narrow windows
Russians are chopping the Russian,
Russians are chopping down Russians