When you hear a Russian song do you tremble Does your heart beat loudly in your chest If so, then come to the Kretchma It costs plenty, but it is the best
(Chorus)
And there is singing, and dancing, and the Russian wodka is all right Come to the Kretchma, that’s where they’ll get ya Drinking wodka every night
In the doorway there is standing a Cossack His beard snowy white upon his chest He is waiting for the lovely Natasha She costs plenty, but she is the best
On the stairway there is standing Natasha Her hips they keep time to the chants When she sings her shoulders they wibrate And when she does that, then you’ll discover that she can’t