Аленушка в лесу жила,
Аленушка смугла была,
Глаза у ней горячие,
Блескучие, стоячие,
Мала, мала Аленушка,
А пьет с отцом — до донушка.
Пошла она в леса гулять,
Дружка искать, в кустах вилять,
Да кто ж в лесу встречается?
Одна сосна качается!
Аленушка соскучилась,
Безделием измучилась,
Зажгла она большой костер,
А в сушь огонь куда востер!
Сожгла леса Аленушка
На тыщу верст, до пенушка,
И где сама девалася —
Доныне не узналося!
П Е Р Е В О Д
Sweet little Gwen lived in a wood,
She had dark skin and was no good,
She had a hot unmoving stare,
The eyes full of desire and glare,
Though she was not yet grown-up
Like dad she boozed all bottoms up.
One day to backwoods she set off
To find a mate, wag in a grove,
But no one goes there for a walk
Where only pine-trees sadly rock!
In deadly boredom Gwen was mired,
Of being idle badly tired.
A great bone-fire she set out,
Forgetting it's insane in drought!
All woods for thousands miles around
She burnt just down to the ground,
As well, where she herself has gone
So far by nobody is known :)
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