We're lumberjacks,
There's nothing that can stop us
Neither fires, nor frosts!
These men, with their faces red from the frosty wind
Have pitched their tents here
Between fur-trees and birches!
Refrão:
He-He-Hey!
Our hands got used to our axes!
Only your heart disobey doctors' orders
When you hear oriole singing at night
We're lumberjacks,
Forty seven bachelors,
We fell mighty pines and cedars
It's so easy for everyone of us to fall in love
Too bad the girls do not come to these places
We're lumberjacks,
Shaggy brown bears
Blizzards and snowstorms -
All of them are afraid of us
Taiga forest is our native land
Santa Claus is our dear neighbor
We're lumberjacks,
We know how to have fun
Sitting by the bonfire deep in the taiga forest
And the echo of our axes
Can be heard both in remote villages and in big capitals!
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