Текст песни Анатолий Иванов - Разговор в кузнице

A blacksmith forge work,
The flame accursed fly forceps.
And the black disc - right into the furnace.
A white disc - enough for the hump.

And on the anvil - the fear, the fear -
Hammer skull - bang, bang!
And he went on forge a terrible groan.
And I jumped in the smithy chime.

- What are you, evil tyrants, tyanitya?
When beat me perestanitya?

- You stupid-bolvanochka, shut up,
Remove the master did not teach.
You want to hoe? Shut up ...
Today all the brothers worked swords.

To yaryge Polovtsy - to head off his shoulders,
To gate of evil - Other intestine.
To save Russia-nurse,
For the sword, and hath need of him.

We'll grind, you're not lazy.
You are in pure Polyushko so bothered -
That accursed head like cabbages,
There were up to a single whip.

- And if I take timid?
And if I take inept?
And if I'll get unwise?
Get the elder or weak?

- You stupid-bolvanochka not bad,
But to invent a thought - worthless.

So listen to the old blacksmith,
So listen, fool, wise man.
For Mother Russia - young and old.
For Russia - each rose.
For Mother Russia - all smart.
For Mother Russia - all brave.
For Mother Russia - are all strong.
For Mother Russia - all the children.

And he went on forge a terrible groan,
And I jumped in the smithy chime.
It is the forge blacksmith work,
The flame accursed fly forceps.
And he went on forge a terrible groan ...
And he went on forge a terrible groan ...
And he went on forge a terrible groan ...