Дарина Хуртовина — З кумом на рибалку

My kum invited me Early in the morning to go fishing, Put on a new suit, Lit a cigarette, And poured a shot, Threw the rod into the bushes, Spread a new sheet right on the dew. If you’ve got a kuma like that — you don’t need any crucian carp. The kum says to the kuma: “Lift your skirt — instead of fish I’ll give you a marten.”

He invited kuma early to go fishing, Says: “Lie down here, kuma, and I’ll cast the rod,” Spread a new sheet right in the bushes, And caught from kuma a mighty bream.

The crucian carp weren’t biting, the pike weren’t biting, Only the kum was letting his filthy hands wander. I came fishing to catch trout, If you want to drop the rod — take me to a hotel.

He invited kuma early to go fishing, Says: “Lie down here, kuma, and I’ll cast the rod,” Spread a new sheet right in the bushes, And caught from kuma a mighty bream.