Lyrics Виталий Каледин - Молодым пареньком Дружбу свел с молотком

Young boy

                             Friendship brought with a hammer,

                             And I had a chance to live

                             To gray hair.

                             Oh you hammer, kovach,

                             Wasn’t I a strongman?

                             And now not to match

                             I work with you!

                             The hand became decrepit

                             The chest and sides are aching

                             In the meantime, the light in the sky

                             I have no rest!

                             What a fierce villain

                             Behind the dashing sorcerer

                             It takes our money

                             Does he drink peasant blood?

                             No, not a fierce villain,

                             Not a dashing sorcerer -

                             Famous Merchant

                             Yes, the white king is the father!

                             Get it all,

                             Blacksmiths, locksmith,

                             Axes direct

                             And let's go to the king!