Lyrics Александр Маточкин - Горе гореваньице

In grief to live unruly
don't be ashamed to walk naked

no money before money
the hryvnia appeared before the evil days

do not be bald curly
not to be a walking rich

do not grow dry-topped wood
don't fatten a lean horse

do not comfort a child without a mother
do not tailor an atlas without a master

girded with bast
soaked feet iso

I'm out of grief in the dark forest
and grief has already gone there before

I am out of grief and honored a feast
and grief is already there ahead

I'm out of grief for the tsars tavern
and grief already drags beer there

how I became naked he laughed
grief grief grief