Текст песни Ольга Арефьева и - Вор у вора

The thief a thief stole a stick ,
Dead alive in the face gave ,
The thief on the thief went to the war ,
The dead with the living went home .

And I have a little baby,
Poorly nourished , poorly dressed ,
I know the whole country ,
But I do not need anyone .

Oh , ёy , ёhar -she -
Somewhere walks my dear
Oh , ёhar ёhar e -
My happiness , my foul weather .

From snout to Kalashny number ,
With her own sweet skunk is not a brother ,
Bratovo grandmother 's sister ,
In a head wind, the hole in your pocket .

Oh , ёy , ёhar -she -
When my darling come home?
Oh , ёhar ёhar e -
My happiness , my sorrow .