Текст песни Швах - Умер проклятый метельщик

Text (S. Sabinin, I. Bolshakov)

Again the birds hung on the spiers
Again the weather vane rolled his neck
Fierce winds blow again
Sweeping Fallen Leaves

As if something had happened unexpectedly
Like something unexpected happened
Black envy long arms
Spread greedy fingers

Oily scum stretches for time,
Filling the space with sadness
On the table are ripe fruits
Green flies have stuck.

Etc. The damned sweeper died ...

Oh what a ridiculous joke!
Oh, what a blind blasphemy!
I don’t understand anything
Monstrous chaos reigned.

This is the work of the godless masons
This is the business of the Ku Klux Klan people
This is a matter of killers and scum
Oh, innocent, innocent sweeper!

He's found a chopped saber
He was found packed with buckshot
He is spotted with poison
Oh, find, find the villain!

Etc. The damned sweeper died ...