Eteria — Ряба жаба

Little shoes, Golden rings, Get ready, Halochka, We’ll go to the wedding wreath. Get ready, Halochka, We’ll go to the wedding wreath.

On that corner, by the porch — Silly girls. Even sillier, even more freckled — [?] the little dogs are barking. When they see our boys — They run off to the garden. When they see our boys — They run off to the garden.

Oh, at our spring feast Not young men — just lads, They killed a speckled frog In an oak trough. They killed a speckled frog In an oak trough.