Текст песни Виталий Каледин - Ах вы, кумушки голубушки

Oh you dear geese,
You do not know twists!
Ah, like the heart of a gruin
In a zealous heart sorrow
In the young bones of aches
In the white body of the burden:
Stretches, I want to sleep.
Like no one says it
What de lay yes fall asleep.
One fret says
The soul tells to rest.
In the room under the window

 I cut the canvas
I cut the canvas
Thinly Ivanovo;
I sewed a shirt for a friend.
Ah, a thin shirt
 The sleeve is gone.
Still looking out the window
Does anyone not find
There is a good fellow,
Carries a thin gauntlet.
I'm not happy with the gauntlet
And I'm glad well done.
What let the canvas down
 Behind a squint window:
Come on, dear, out the window!
Not a thin canvas
Not thin, not rotten -
Semi-silk;
Although reaching out
Yes, not torn.
Ah, like a dawn in the yard, -
It's time for the sweet one from the yard;
Ah, like a snowball in the yard, -
After milago trace.
Ah I look out the way
The tears themselves will flow.
And I don’t dare to cry
They don’t tell me to bother.

I'll take, Mlada, a jug
I’ll go by the water myself
I’ll go by the water myself
To Pechora to the river.
Swung, scooped up
Picked up, went home.

I’ve turned up, Mlada,
Against the court yard.
The mountain is rolled here
 And by the water of the street.
And I came downhill
Misfortune has occurred:
Slipped, young
Broke the heel
I fell on a barrel.
I didn’t see how I fell
I’ll have a look, Mlada, I’m lying.
I’m not sorry for the jug,
Sorry for the cold water
What a hearty friend of mine
Without washing, I went
Without washing with water,
Do not wipe the canvas.