Djadja

A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha
A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha

A Russian farmer stands on the acres he owns,
Winter's over land, and the acres look stoned.

Ahaha-haha-haha-ha
Ahaha-haha-haha-ha

Once there was a time really fine, really fair,
'til there was a soldier to share honest share.

Ahaha-haha-haha-ha
Ahaha-haha-haha-ha

Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja,
Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja.

Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja,
Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja.

A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha
A-haha-haha-ha ha-haha-haha

Birds below a cloud in the sky flying high,
Still the Russian farmers say why wonder why.

Ahaha-haha-haha-ha
Ahaha-haha-haha-ha

Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja,
Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja.

Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramididja,
Roef na Djadja bi rosnof koeramidja.