Текст песни Виктор Рябов - Ковшик Браги

I can't go abroad
Not in Egypt, not in China,
You can sleep abroad
From love to the native land.
There, beyond the blue seas,
I will dream of my Ural
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And without vodka, but without a bath
You can hang yourself with grief.

Chorus:
A ladle of mash, I'll eat some snow,
I will dance to the accordion for courage,
And the Germans with the Turks in spite
I have fun.
I'll drink a ladle, I'll lay a horse,
I'll put Katerina in the sleigh.
Russia is wide, do not embrace!
What the hell should I leave?

Do not fan the samovar there,
Do not drink tea from a saucer,
After a bath in the heat, in the heat
Do not plunge into the wormwood.
No relatives there, no acquaintances,
Compatriots - and those Jews
Well, here I am, nevertheless, at home
And I have it for white bread.