Djadja
BZN
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.