Who is riding? Who is riding?
Look, who is riding?
These are our bumpkins
riding on a lamemare.
Bumpkins are funny people,
They come home from the fair -
Some are unclothed, some are bare,
Some are head broken.
Do your best and
Play me funny “Skobar”,
Oh make me feel good, so the belly doesn’t ache,
Oh have mercy on me, sinner.
Do your best and play so good,
So that legs are kicking,
And so that snotty punks
Wouldn’t jump around.
I want to prance,
I want to hoof it,
But frankly speaking,
I want to come to blows
Who is that lad,
Hopping and dancing,
He’d better watch out
For an aspen log.
На гулянку собирался,
Батька сунул пятачок.
Мамка на ухо шепнула:
“Не напейся, дурачок!”
I was going for a whoopee,
My daddy tossed me a nickel,
My mommy whispered:
“Don’t get wasted, you little fool!”.
I was born reckless,
I don’t cherish anything,
If my head is chopped off,
I will tie a log instead.
I am braking, I am bending.
I will say I’m feeling sick,
You’d bring me half-a-litter,
I need no doctors anymore.
If you tell us we are drunkards,
You can go and bite me,
We’ve been drinking on our own money,
We got no alms from anyone.
They’ve been beating me,
Trying to punch me in the eye,
Instead they hit me in the shoulder,
So I am standing laughing out loud.
I can’t be upset anymore,
I can’t weep any longer,
Give me some time to be
joyful and have fun.
My girlfriend has braids down to her waist,
We’ve been fighting with my friend for them
You my friend, you proud eagle,
See what you’ve done to me,
You have brought me to the dark forest,
You have brought me to the prison.
We’ve been playing,
We’ve been fighting,
Now we have to sit behind iron bars,
And see the freedom far away.
The prison of Petrograd,
The one with curvy stairs,
We’ve been locked up with my friend,
We’ve been singing songs with him.
Play, my friend, and I will be singing,
So that my belly wouldn’t ache,
Let the people judge us,
Let’s get merry behind bars.