Текст песни ФОЛК-АРТЕЛЬ СЛОБОДА - Подме, хлопцi

Changeling, lad, Padme Until GAMERICHKI
Changeling, boys, substitution
Until Gamerichki,
I I poydzem s you,
Lem poprodam Bicske.
Poprodani Bicske,
A little penyadzi.
єsche selling Craven.
Poydeme little.
Pozhegnay minute, God.
Nashogo tsisarya.
Vin as we vipustiv
Under inshogo Kral.
Under inshogo stole,
Oh well under England
Mnov pay for wife
My love soul,
Do not cry, five zhenochko,
Bo Xia of vrutsime.
Lem Xia Gameritsi
Dokusov zarobime,
And I come, I come
Gameriki home
Shi times uviditi
His native land.
Come to America, guys, and there
I'll go with you, only the bulls poprodam.
I sold the bulls - a little money on the road,
Selling and cow - go slowly.
Let our God will punish the king,
What did he let us go to foreign lands!
The wife did not weep, we are back to back,
Money in America only razzhivёmsya!