Текст песни Пропала Грамота - Чайка

Oh woe to that seagull, the seagull of heaven,
That brought a tea party on a broken road.

Oh, the little ones were walking, singing merrily,
They drove out the seagull, took the teapots.

And the seagull winds, the edge of the road beats,
He falls to his knees, begs the Chumaks.

Oh you chumachenki, you good people,
Give me my children, for you will be in trouble.

Oh you seagull, seagull, you are our seagull,
What of your little kids was a good porridge.

And at least you, chumachenki, did not go to the Crimea,
That you cooked my tea in porridge.

And may you, chumachenki, not wait for happiness,
That you threw my teacups in the porridge!