Текст песни Король и Шут - Кузьма и барин

For going to the master's cellar
And for the fact that he loved to steal from the master,
And because he sentenced her all,
Kuzma, a peasant's son, was punished.

A mug or two, and Kuzya is glad.
And to sneeze at the master - he is already rich.
So as not to be lost,
You need to take it and drink it right there.
Drink!

Kuzma was suspended by a rope by the leg,
He had a bad headache.
Words escaped from his parched mouth:
"Hey! Braga where ?! What's the matter ?!"

A mug or two, and Kuzya is glad.
And to sneeze at the master - he is already rich.
So as not to be lost,
You need to take it and drink it right there.
Drink!

More and more the master was angry at the peasant
And he flogged him himself, did not forgive insults.
"Will you still be like that ?!" - shouted furiously.
"I will, sir, I will!" - Kuzya answered.

A mug or two, and Kuzya is glad.
And to sneeze at the master - he is already rich.
So as not to be lost,
You need to take it and drink it right there ...