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