Лесорубы [Lesoruby] [English translation]

Lumberjacks, nothing can affect us -

Neither fires nor frosts

Our weatherbeaten people have settled down

Between the spruce and the birch-tree

Hey-hey-hey!

Our hands have grown used to axen

Only the heart doesn't respond to doctors' advice

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

Lumberjacks, forty-seven bachelors

We fell cedars of a triple arm's hold

Falling in love for us is a piece of cake

But gals are not coming to our place

Hey-hey-hey!

Our hands have grown used to axen

Only the heart doesn't respond to doctors' advice

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

Lumberjacks, our native land is taiga

Father Frost is a man next door to us

We are feared by February blizzard storms

And shaggy bears!

Hey-hey-hey!

Our hands have grown used to axen

Only the heart doesn't respond to doctors' advice

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

Lumberjacks, in a clearing by our fires

We know how to have fun

And at construction sites the echo from our axen

Reaches villages and capital cities!

Hey-hey-hey!

Our hands have grown used to axen

Only the heart doesn't respond to doctors' advice

If a hangbird sings in the evenings

If a hangbird sings in the evenings (X2)

• Artist:Eduard Khil
• Album:Это было недавно, это было давно (2001)