Текст песни Йорий Клоц - Полтавський сотник

Cob I could turn over
All the world in its own way,
Would do well
All people live on earth.

For the first time in the winter I would cancel,
To make it summer and warm,
Where the snow lay - there would be sugar,
And from the cloud would pour vodka.

To avoid the need for clothing
And not warm counties.
They would walk like saints in heaven,
No shirts and no pants.

Kob I was a Poltava centurion,
I would tell you more,
Come home all healthy,
Because I wanted to sleep already.