We sang and danced, and gave a rattle,
But suddenly zapevala's hand trembled,
When from the thicket malicious and lame
Suddenly, out of the sink, shaking his head:
"Ay-ay-ay!»
We sang and finished-we look pale,
And he, of course, is unlikely to surprise anyone,
When from the thicket malicious and lame
Suddenly, out of the sink, shaking his head:
"Ay-ay-ay!»
For a long time we remember those summer days.
Then, of course, we drove him away!
But long still in the heart-as spiteful and lame
He comes out of the forest, shaking his head:
"Ay-ay-ay!»