The Little Joyful Drummer
Get up early, get up early in the summer,
When a dvornik's looming up before your gates,
You will see then, you will see then, that the little joyful drummer
Takes the easy maple drum-sticks with his hands.
It'll be noon, that's full of common bustle and humming,
Rings of trams and people's flood of awful speed,
But just hark, and you will hear, that the little joyful drummer
Goes with his drum along the town's street.