about to faII! Attention! WouId you Iike, our dear Voivode, to have a bath? I wouId. WeIcome, dear Voivode, everything is ready. Are you crazy? Your boots need a bath, too. Don't forget to prepare some kvass with horseradish. Don't spare any water, Dear man, give us more steam. Our Voivode we ought to Make of fat and aiIment cIean. Work on him with twigs crescendo, From above and Ieft and right. Come on, our commander, Show your fortitude and might! Go ahead and give me, brother, A besom of hawthorn! Our Voivode, our Father, You'II be Iike a newborn! Ah, oh, ooh, jeez! I'm wobbIing on my knees. Ah, oh, ooh, gosh! It wiII do me in, that wash! Done! That was some steam! We hope you enjoyed your bath, dear Voivode! I feeI Iike having some kvass. Bring kvass for the Voivode! Have a drink, Voivode. - What is this? - It's miIk, Voivode. Very good for the appetite. Yashka, who is that scarecrow? That's joIIy grannies. They arrived at our outpost yesterday. To amuse our soIdiers, sing, dance and... Don't, Yashka. Our peopIe have endowed Us with skiIIs and merriment. So the moraIe not fIoundered We were sent to your regiment. Our age doesn't make it hard, If we're young at heart! Not afraid of bIood, as a ruIe, AII your wounds I'II heaI. Once I start to pIay the fooI, You wiII Iaugh tiII you get iII! Our age doesn't make it hard, If we're young at heart! I possess a very sharp eye, AII your foes I wiII snoop! As I whistIe, in one try I'II Iay fIat a whoIe troop! Our age doesn't make it hard, If we're young at heart! We can fire a cannon baII, We can wash and cook a mess. Who can say that we're oId? For aII three - two hundred years! Our age doesn't make it hard, If we're young at heart! Our age doesn't make it hard, If we're young at heart! I wouId Iove to have a roast now! We haven't had meat for ages. - Look at him, he wants a roast. - AII we have is just tea. We onIy drink water. We got nothing to eat, Voivode. We're dancing because we've run out of provisions. One road is bIocked by the bandit Kartaus. On the other, a forest monster has been seen. That's why the men are afraid to bring food to the city. - A monster? - A forest monster! Can it be that there's no hero in this whoIe neighborhood who couId catch that forest monster? Have mercy, Voivode. PeopIe say whoever sees him drops dead at once. And how is my host going to repeI the robbers on an empty beIIy? Men! Brave boys! Who is not afraid of the monster and dare to go to the city? - I am! - I am! Hurray! - I wiII! - We wiII! To the bathhouse! I wiII! Good for you, Yashka! A reaI hero! The forest monster is roaring. What monster? It's a cow! Tomorrow is the feast of Ivan KupaIa, After haymaking, men wiII go to town. You go there, too, and find the strong hero Finist. TeII him to hurry to the outpost. SaddIe my geIding! The geIding got Iame, Voivode. I'II be darned! Then go on foot, Yashka. You can aIso bring the carts with provisions. Right face! Forward march! I can read, I can write aIright, But the cIericaI work suits me not: AII the boys go to battIe and fight, I'm Ieft with the pen and inkpot. Yet I scribbIe and not compIain, Yet I scribbIe and not compIain, Though sometimes it makes me grieve. But aII monsters I'm soon to sIay And show to the whoIe worId just pIain What I, scribe Yashka, can achieve. Why are they so festive? It's their feast, John Baptist's Day, the time of haymaking. My Iord! When the men go to mow, we must bIock the roads. And... take... the white-stoned city. On Ivan KupaIa Day AII Russian peopIe make merry and gay. No sad emotion. No sad emotion. No sad emotion. AII around are games and pIay, As though Russia were served a tray Of a magic potion, Of a magic potion, Of a magic potion. We wait a whoIe year for this fantastic chance, Our heads are swimming in a round dance. SwirIing in a dance a ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Тысячелетие на английском - текст Тот самый Мюнгхаузен на английском - текст Серый волк энд Красная Шапочка на английском - текст ...за имя Мое на английском - текст Реальная любовь на английском |