Dad returned from fishing,
He threw in the corner podsachek and tackle
Night drank and left at dawn
Spinning with a drunk took in January
We go fishing with a friend,
wives, we do not take!
Worms nakovyryali,
nalepili with it lure.
Cloaks, nets, spinning,
potatoes, potatoes, onions.
Meat, vodka, everything is collected
and jerked, on a long journey.
We spent the whole day in the woods,
puddle in the evening found.
Shaken and tired,
sleep, and lay down.
