Polka lyrics

[Lyrics by Dmitry Basik]



Look at me decrepit old man,

Bent by hundred years weight,

Beaten many times by whims of fate.

>From the dawn until the sunset

Worked like dog for daily bread -

Crust and water were all that I had!



And I am hey-hough child of this land.

And I will hey-hough live here all my life.

And I am hey-hough child of this land.

And I will hey-hough live here till I die!



Greedy priests and cruel landlords

Tried to make me knuckle down,

Tried to bend me to the cold ground.

But I still stand though bent by years

Like I`ve been standing all my life -

Proud child I am still alive!

They tried to make me knuckle down,

They tried to bend me to the ground,

They beat and chased me all my life,

But I`m still standing still alive!