Текст песни Тутэйшая шляхта - Ах, вы, столікі мае

Folk music and words

Ah, you, my little tables, you are cramped
So what are you standing for, uncovered

Ah, you, my guests, are young
So why are you sitting, bread, salt do not eat

If our bread is not stuffed, then we will fall out
And the owner is not happy, so we will ask

Ah, you, my little tables, you are cramped
So what are you standing for, uncovered.