За окном хохочет хохотарник... на английском языке

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- Why, as if before a gale turned black blue skies,
At Anchootka's golden-haired black cunning eyes?

I can hear it - under the window - all night long:
Ha-ha, ha-ha - it's laughing Hahatarnick!
I can hear it - under the window - all night long:
Isn't this a Golden Horde thorny thistle tatarnick?

I can hear it - vykrichnik screams - all night long:
Caw, caw, caw, caw! - it's screams from a starry height!
I can hear it - vykrichnik screams - all night long:
Is he trying to cut off your head, oh Muscovite?

Ha-haааа, ha-haаааа - it's laughing Hahatarnick!
Caw, caаааw, caw, caаааw - it's screams from a starry height!
Isn't this a Golden Horde thorny thistle tatarnick,
Is he trying to cut off your head, oh Muscovite?

The crescent moon - is curved like a gold - sharpened scimitar.
"Who are you, a mysterious, impudent guest legendary?"
The night in Moscow - is as noisy - as a battlefield of stars,
The morn in Moscow - is as quiet - a silent cemetery...

(Ha-haааа, ha-haаааа - it's laughing Hahatarnick!
Caw, caаааw, caw, caаааw - it's screams from a starry height!
Isn't this a Golden Horde thorny thistle tatarnick,
Is he trying to cut off your head, oh Muscovite?)

Is the black mist like a heavenly twilight -
Very low over low the golden grasses?
Does your daughter golden-browned, golden-haired
have black antimony on her eyelashes?

- Why, as if before a gale turn black blue skies,
At Anchootka's golden-haired - black, cunning eyes?

(Ha-haааа, ha-haаааа - it's laughing Hahatarnick!
Caw, caаааw, caw, caаааw - it's screams from a starry height!
Isn't this a Golden Horde thorny thistle tatarnick,
Is he trying to cut off your head, oh Muscovite?)