Текст песни Нет Крови - Дубинушка

I have heard many songs in my native land,
They sang about joy and sorrow to me,
But one of those songs stuck in my memory -
This is the song of the workers' artel.

Chorus:

Eh, club, hoo!
Eh, green, she will go!
Tighten, tweak
Let's hoot!

Englishman-wise, to help the work,
Invented the car behind the car.
And our Russian peasant, since he can't work,
So he will tighten his own club.

But that time will come - the people will start,
And, shaking off the age-old grudge,
He will find there in a dense forest for enemies
Stronger battle club.

So go ahead, you are a great people.
Forget your sorrowful grief.
And holy freedom, sing a joyful hymn
Dear, dear club.