Текст песни аля кудряшева - По дому бегает Марфа...

Martha runs around the house,
Cooking, sweeping, baking ...
Mary the thin harp
Touches her shoulder.
The teacher sits wearily -
Eyes from sulfur dust.
And Martha got the cake,
Wine, milk, cheeses.
The teacher is perplexed -
As if I came home ...
- Maria, since there are no skills -
At least wash his feet! -
Screams, intimidated, Martha
(his temple ached from a scream).
And it was the beginning of March,
About eight hours ...
Coolness flows outside the door
And the house is so hot ...
- Please, do not rush, do not ...
Better harp ... shoulder ...
Have eaten. We talked.
And Martha sits down to spin.
On Mary's white cheek
A thick strand flows.
She is bored. The teacher is sitting.
Sister is dozing over the spinning wheel ...
- Why are you all silent.
After all, you will leave in the morning ...
And the smell of cinnamon in the house
Enveloped in silence
The teacher recalled a parable
Behind her is another.
About grain, death and tornadoes,
About the kind and fanatics ...
Maria looks trustingly
Scared, from bottom to top ...
The haze of the night scattered,
The bushes were covered with dew ...
- Martha is not blessed,
And blessed are you ...
But Martha only smiled,
I didn't see any trouble in that.
And in a clean gauze bag
I collected food for him.
The dust danced over the road
I sat on my head ...
Mary said goodbye to God
A man came from Martha ...