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```oh, who's riding there? who's riding there? who's riding, take a look?oh, kto tam yedet? ko tam yedet? kto tam yedet posmotri?
on a lame horse, these are our jockeysna khromoy to na kobile, eto nashi skobari
jockeys, a funny bunch, riding home from the fairskobari narod poteshnyy, yedut s yarmarki domoy
dressed up, undressed, some with a broken headkto razdetyy, kto razutyy, kto s razbitoy golovoy

play me such a funny jockeyvy sygrayte mne takogo skobarya poteshnogo
so my belly doesn't hurt, for a sinner like mechtoby bryukho ne bolelo u menya, u greshnogo
play me one, so my legs twitchvy sygrayte mne takogo, chtoby nogi drygali
so that every snob doesn't jump around uschtoby vsyaki soplenosy pered nam ne prygal

oh, to break, to break, to break is what I wantoy, polomatsya, polomatsya, polomatsya khochetsya
to tell the truth and to fight is what I wanta skazat'-to i po pravde, i podratsya khochetsya
whose lad is showing off his knees thereeto chey tam paren'yok vydaiot kolenza
he wouldn't have enough of a birch stickne dostalos' by emu osinova polenca

we were gathering for a stroll, dad gave a pushna gulyanku sobiralas', batka sunul pyatachok
mom whispered in my ear: don't get drunk, you foolmamka na ukho shepnila: ne napeysya, durachok
I was born desperate and don't value anythingya otchayannym rodilsya i nichem ne dorozhu
if my head is chopped off, I'll tie a logyesli golovu otrubyat, ya poleno privyazhu

I'm breaking, bending, I'll say I'm not welllomayusya, sgibayusya, skazhu, chto ne zdorov
bring me half a liter and no need for doctorsprinesite mne pol-litru i ne nado doktorov
we saw the one in the grave who called us drunkardsmy v grobu togo vidali, kto nas pyanitsey nazval
we drank on our own money, no one served usna svoi my den'gi pili, nam nikto ne podaval

they beat me, stabbed me, all in plain sightmenya bili-kolotili, vsyo po glazu narovili
guessed by the shoulder, I stand and laughugadali po plechu, ya stoyu i khokhochu
oh, not everything is worth crying over, oh, not everything makes me sadoy, ne vsyo zhe s gorya plakat', oy, ne vsyo zhe mne tuzhit'
give me a little time to have fundayte malen'koe vremechko vesyolomu pobyt'

my friend, the Russian braids hung below the beltu podruzhki rusy kosi nizhe poyasa vilis'
oh, we fought over those Russian braids, my comrade and Iokh, za eti rusy kosi my s tovarishchem dralis'
oh, my comrade, damn, why are you so angryoy, tovarishch moy oryol, do chego zh menya dovyol
angry to the dark forest, to the cursed little housedovyol do lesa tyomnogo, do domika kazyonnogo

we played, we fought, now we have to sit downpoigralisya, podralis', a pridetsya posidet'
behind the iron bars, to gaze freelyza zheleznoyu reshetykoyu na volyu poglyadet'
the Petrograd prison, with a turn of the ladderpetrogradskaya tyurma, s povorotom lesenki
my comrade and I sat, singing songsmy s tovarishchem sideli, raspevali pesenki

you play, I'll sing, life won't hurt as muchty igraj, ya budu pet', ne tak zivot budet bolet'
let people judge us, it'll be more fun to sit```puskay lyudi pro nas sudyat, veselyey budet sidet'