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[женский вокал] A small house, a Russian stove, Wooden floor, a bench and a candle. A purring cat, a hardworking husband – There it is happiness! Nothing sweeter... Ah, if only my dream could come true! What life would come then! Ah, if the dream came true, What life would begin then! Tsar: I’ll manage somehow without help, So that Zabava marries profitably! Her house so that a full bowl is hers. There it is happiness – my son-in-law is Polkasha! Polkan: I am crowned, beside Zabava, New lands, new glory. New money, new connections – There it is happiness! To rise to a prince from mud! [мужской вокал] A small house, a Russian stove, Wooden floor, a bench and a candle. And the children in the house running around – There it is happiness! Truly, Zabava? All together: Oh if only, oh if only Life were not life, but a so How unhappy we are, princesses, The law forbids us to love. In royal families that ancient order is so— We must marry for a deal. But I don’t want, I don’t want to marry for a deal, I want love, I want love. Freedom, freedom, give me freedom, I’ll fly upward like a bird! We princesses have to live in captivity, Young years are wasted in vain. We must think about the throne all the time, Carrying out the will of the father-king. But I don’t want the throne, I don’t want the throne, I want love, I want love. To freedom, to freedom, I want freedom, To fly upward like a bird! SONG OF THE WATER SPRITE Music by M. Dunayevsky Lyrics by Yu. Entin I am a Water Sprite, I am a Water Sprite, If only someone would talk to me. But my friends are leeches and frogs. Ugh, what a nasty thing. Oh, my life is a tin can, Away to the swamp with it. I live like a toadstool, But I want to fly, I want to fly, I want to fly, oh how I want to fly. I am a Water Sprite, I am a Water Sprite, No one mingles with me. Inside me is water, What to mingle with that, Disgusting... Oh, my life is a tin can, Away to the swamp with it. I live like a toadstool, But I want to fly, I want to fly, I want to fly, oh how I want to fly. CHORUS OF BADGERS AND HEDGEHOGS Music by M. Dunayevsky Lyrics by Yu. Entin Stretch the fur, accordion, Hey, play, merrily. Sing the ditties, Baba Yozhka, Sing, don’t talk. I was merry And rode a broom. Even if I don’t believe in These superstitions. Along the forest road I went, The devil clung to me. A man thought, What devilry is this. Turned homeward, The devil follows again. Spat on his bald pate And sent him to the goblin. The most harmful of people Is the storyteller-villain. A crafty liar indeed, Too bad he’s not tasty. Stretch the fur, accordion, Hey, play, merrily. Sing the ditties, Baba Yozhka, Sing, don’t talk. SONG OF IVAN Music by M. Dunayevsky Lyrics by Yu. Entin I am a simple man And I’ll say it plainly. What beauty such as this I’ve never seen. And now I can’t live a day without you. One must have fallen in love With the Tsarina’s daughter. To speak of love Is not my forte. Forgive me if something’s wrong. I am such a man, I don’t like to chatter. If you need anything, Don’t worry, I’ll help. Just blink an eye, And I’ll hurry to help. Oh, I’ve fallen head over heels In love with the Tsarina’s daughter.