Король и Шут — Ром

A cry like thunder: — Give the people rum! They simply must Drink their rum!

— Ladies and gentlemen! Truly, what nonsense! All the food is gone, The cellar's run dry of rum. It's New Year's outside, Five nights in a row The townsman drinks rum, All cry out as one.

A cry like thunder: — Give the people rum! They simply must Drink their rum!

— What are you foisting on the guests? Chess and lotto? You won't fool us! Are you an innkeeper or what?!

Where, where, where, where's the pianist? Sleeping under the piano! U-u-u-u the fiddler's Head is aching. All, all, all respectable folk Have turned into a rabble. Can't calm the crowd! Hello, New Year!

— The guests, of course, need rum, And it will arrive tomorrow by day. The world's embittered against the old man — Farewell, my little inn.

A cry like thunder: — Give the people rum! They simply must Drink their rum!

An abbot entered the inn! Well, the fool with him— Who cares, if not for one strange fact: That the fool was with him too. And, surveying the people, They cooked food for all From the jester's pranks And theological themes.

Where, where, where, where's the pianist? Sleeping under the piano! U-u-u-u the fiddler's Instrument is smashed. All, all, all respectable folk Have turned into a rabble. Can't calm the crowd! Hello, New Year!