Сумецкая [Sumetskaya] [English translation]

Hey! Who is riding? Who is riding?

Who is riding - look at those!

Our skobari are riding

On the back of a lame horse

Skobari are jolly people

From the fair they're getting back

Some are stripped, and some are shoeless

Others' heads were being whacked

Play me such 'Skobar' amusing

Let me into gladness delve

So the pain'll go easy on the

Belly of my sinful self

Play me such amazing music

So we'd in the dance arise

And so snotty punks at random

Wouldn't jump before our eyes

Oh how I want to, how I want to

How I want to prance tonight

But to be completely honest

I just want to start a fight

Look at this little show off

Where did this guy come from?

Well he'd better not get hit

By aspen log and go home

I was going to the shindig

Got a nickel from my dad

Mother whispered in my ear "Just

Don't get drunk, you silly head"

I was born a reckless fellow

There is nothing I hold dear

If they cut my head off shoulders

I will use a log from here

I'm getting broken, getting bent

I'd say I'm feeling bad

Better bring me pint of vodka

And all doctors will be damned

To the hell with those people

Who consider us winebags

Booze was bought for our money

No one us as beggars tags

They just punched me, they just beat me

A black eye they tried to give me

Then I get my shoulder hit

So I just stand and laugh at it

I can be upset no longer

Cannot blubber anymore

Let me rollick for a moment,

Let me free myself from bore

Fair braids of my sweet darling

Freely flowed below her waist

Me and my comrade each other

For these braids in tussle faced

Oh, comrade, just look at you

Look at where you brought me to

You brought me to the forest dark

You brought me to the prison stark

We've been playing, we've been fighting

Now we have to mend our scars

Now we have to look at freedom

From behind them iron bars

Oh, the jail of Petrograd

Your staircases with the curve

Me and my comrade were singing

Spending time we have to serve

Play a tune, I'll sing a song

And bellyache won't bite as strong

Let them people judge us freely

So inmates would get along

• Artist:Otava Yo