Monakh
ishov monakh iz pokhodu
pid morozy, pid nehodu
chutʹ zhe vin ne zmerz
chutʹ zhe vin ne zmerz
ne znav monakh, de poditʹsya
zay̆shov u kabak pohritʹsya
zbrosyv svoy̆ mundir
zbrosyv svoy̆ mundir
zbrosyv mundir, shche y̆ ochky
porvav ryasy na klochky
sam poshov plyasatʹ
sam poshov plyasatʹ
naplyasavshysʹ, naihravshysʹ
z dobroy̆ voley̆ rozproshchavshysʹ
skochyv na krylʹtso
vdaryv u kolʹtso
monakh na konya sadytʹsya
pid monakhom konʹ rezvytʹsya
zelenym luhom
zelenym luhom
konʹ luhom, luhom, luhom
khodyatʹ dyevochky kruhom
dyevky ne znay̆shov
do vdovy poy̆shov
tsiluvav, myluvav
rozdusheyu nazyvav
zakrychav ura!
zakrychav ura!
oy̆ ura, ura, ura
sochynylasya bida
ta y̆ ne malaya
ta y̆ ne malaya
v velykodnyuyu subotu
pobrasaly vsi robotu
rukhnuly v kabak
rukhnuly v kabak
med ïly, vyno pyly
kabachnyka obduryly
kuryly tabak
kuryly tabak
nakuryvshysʹ tabaku
polyahaly na boku
otsya pisnya vsya
konchylasya
The ocean's warm
The water's deep
We beg for storm
The wind is here
What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
A poor life this if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
Monk
The monk walked from the campaign
Under frost, under bad weather
He almost didn't freeze
He almost didn't freeze
The monk didn't know where to go
He entered a tavern to warm up
He threw off his uniform
He threw off his uniform
He threw off the uniform, and his glasses
Tore his robes to shreds
He started to dance
He started to dance
Dancing, playing
With a good heart bidding farewell
Jumped on the table
And hit the ring
The monk mounted a horse
Under the monk, the horse pranced
Through the green meadow
Through the green meadow
The horse, the meadow, the meadow
Girls are dancing in a circle
He didn't find the girls
Went to the widow
Kissed, caressed
Called her his soulmate
Shouted hooray!
Shouted hooray!
Oh hooray, hooray, hooray
Misfortune struck
And it's not small
And it's not small
On Easter Saturday
They all left their work
Collapsed in the tavern
Collapsed in the tavern
Honey and wine flowed
They fooled the tavern keeper
Smoked tobacco
Smoked tobacco
Having smoked enough tobacco
They lay on their side
And the whole song
Ended
The ocean's warm
The water's deep
We beg for storm
The wind is here
What is this life if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare
A poor life this if, full of care
We have no time to stand and stare