барин рано празднуешь ты ночь мне день и длинна она до бесконечности
Жизнь ни на грош, как кувшин расколотый,
Барин, не трожь! Что моё, то золото.
С петлей тугой так давно повенчан я,
Ласковый мой, мне терять нечего.
Вспыхнул костёр, пламя лижет сумерки,
Нож мой остёр, да пока не умер я.
В небе горит месяц подковою,
Ночь, подари мне коня солового.
Проигрыш (На-на-на-на) Life is not a penny, like a split jug,
Master, don’t touch it! What’s mine is gold.
I was married with a tight noose so long ago,
My sweetheart, I have nothing to lose.
A fire broke out, the flame licks the twilight,
My knife is sharp, but until I died.
The moon burns like a horseshoe in the sky,
Night, give me a nighting horse.
Chorus:
Master, you celebrate early,
Night is my day, and it is endlessly long.
I have flowers in your estate
Steal for her bridal outfit.
I’m not a slave, remember
I don’t care about you.
We will judge, sir, then,
The path is narrow, the night is dark.
How much wood did I break when I was young,
Bragi drank a bucket for joy.
And now the strength will not diminish,
If I have a knife and a beauty with me.
Chorus:
Master, you celebrate early,
Night is my day, and it is endlessly long.
I have flowers in your estate
Steal for her bridal outfit.
I’m not a slave, remember
I don’t care about you.
We will judge, sir, then,
The path is narrow, the night is dark.