Живая старина - Камаринский
текст песни

Like on Varvarinskaya Street
The man Kamarinskaya ran,
The tough Kamarinsky man,
Undressing along the street, whipping.

And where is this one
In what village is it heard?
We had not such times
We will go to green meadows,

We catch the bull by the horns,
The bull has a lamb horns,
Here the chicken of the ram gave birth to
The stroke of eggs applied

Pomelo that dew in Kolos
On the basements of the Blacklas

And an armless egg was worshiped
Golopuzo for the bosom

A blind man glanced
And the deaf eavesdropped,
And the dumb guard screamed,
And he drove a legless passage.
Belomoredogo for Chub dragged
Oh, mother - robbery, robbery
Sovereign Day day
Younger young came to us,
Gave me a blue handkerchief,
I put me on a bench
He attached me a pin.

Oh, I was at the other end
Yes, and I drank wine in the bark
Yes, and I was at the shower
Yes, and slept on the pillow,
I kissed me shuffles
Oh, mashechka shuffles
They gave me pieces of paper
And the little paper is new,
Twenty-five-a-time

Oh cups of my rumar
Give me my papers
And the pieces of paper are new
Twenty-five-a-time.