The old master was ill all summer,
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And in the morning he ordered to live long.
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The old master did not scream in vain,
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He tried to please the people.
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If it's Easter, then Easter cake is in the house.
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And they will give an expensive gift.
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They said about him: "Our Kuzmich,"
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And now the barin is different.
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Chorus:
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Oh, pickled cucumbers, and life has gone bad!
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Pour some pretty, let's roll on the second one!
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We will remember the master, yes, we will dance the master,
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Let's drink, have a bite, and pour again.
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The master would go out into the fields,
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He peeps as the girls sing,
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Suitable for men, and after
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They sit side by side together and drink.
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We know the thing - the master was good:
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And blush and handsome by itself.
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And rye was poured with grain.
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And the new mug - wow!
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Chorus:
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Oh, pickled cucumbers, and life has gone bad!
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Pour some pretty, let's roll on the second one!
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We will remember the master, yes, we will dance the master,
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Let's drink, have a bite, and pour again.
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Pickled cucumbers, and life has gone bad!
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Pour some pretty, let's roll on the second one!
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We will remember the master, yes, we will dance the master,
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Let's drink, have a bite, and pour again.
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Pickled cucumbers, and life has gone bad!
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Pour some pretty, let's roll on the second one!
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We will remember the master, yes, we will dance the master,
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Let's drink, have a bite, and pour again. |
EH! |