Сторож Сергеев [Storozh Sergeyev] [English translation]

The green lamp and a messy table,

And the rules are on the wall above the table.

The watchman Sergeyev looks at his glass

And thinks about the past;

But here's friends come to him,

Interrupting a flow of his thoughts.

And they quickly pour a liter of strong red wine

Right into mouth of the watchman.

Friends came to him not without a reason,

After have walking many mile.

They want to see him

On duty.

And the watchman Sergeyev, having forgot his duty,

Catches a thread of conversation;

And he puts the chairs to his friends,

Because they have no place to drink.

And he talks to them till the morning,

Having forgot to walk around his yard.

He drinks, not looking at the door at all,

Where could climb a thief;

But the night passed, here comes a day,

As usual as it is,

And the watchman Sergeyev fell under the table,

Having drunk all the wine to the end.

The green lamp gives a little light,

And his colleague has already come an hour before.

A watchman Sergeyev barely rises,

With blue face from the hung over.

And he, trembling, walks out the door,

Not knowing where to go further;

He wants some beer and to go to bed,

The humble Hero of Labor.