Songs

Ryzhichkov, volvjanochek,
Mushrooms orange, brown and white,
Belykh beljanochek
Mushrooms of all sorts,
Naberu skorjoshen'ko
I shall quickly gather them all,
Ja, mlada-mladjoshen'ka,
Young girl that I am,
Chto dlja svjokra-batjushki,
So that my old father-in-law
Dlja svekrovi-matushki:
And my mother-in-law,
Perestali b skrjazhnichat' --
Might cease being so miserly
Seli by pobrazhnichat'.
And sit down and enjoy a feast.

A tebe, postylomu,
But for you, old man,
Staromu da khilomu,
Unkind and sickly,
Sunu ja v okoshechko
I’ll slip through your window
Polnoje lukoshechko,
A whole basket
Mukhomora starogo,
Of old toadstools
Starogo podzharogo ...
Old and mangy…
Staryj jest -- ne spravitsja:
The old man will eat them, but they won’t agree with him
Mukhomorom davitsja...
And he’ll choke on a toadstool…

A tebe, trekljatomu,
As for you, accursed one,
Belu-kudrevatomu,
Blond and curly-haired one,
Vysmotrju ja travushku,
I shall seek out sheaves of grass,
Travushku-muravushku,
Sheaves of soft grass,
Na postelju branuju,
To place upon the embroidered bed
Svakhoj-nochkoj stlanuju,
That the matchmaker made up for us,
S pologom-dubrovushkoj
With an oak tree for a canopy,
Da so mnoj li, vdovushkoj.
And maybe me too, a young widow.