Хто В Приймах Не Буває Той Горя Не Знає (Ai Cover)

He.
World, oh world of mine.
There’s no place like it, and who hasn't been a son-in-law, knows no grief.
And who hasn't been a son-in-law, knows no grief.
But
I am a son-in-law, yes
I am, and
I know the grief of being pushed around.
I go to sleep, tired and weary, and
I drift off to sleep.
The son-in-law goes to plow the field, but his mother-in-law wouldn't give him any bread or salt to take, wouldn't
Give him any bread or salt;
Woe to the son-in-law, out in the field.
All the women gather, but he is not there, all the women gather, but he is not there.
Oh, he’s not allowed to enter the house, or sit on the bench.
The mother-in-law ordered him to go feed the chickens.
Ordered him to go feed the chickens.
May those chickens all die, and may the house burn down.
Down.
Oh, how tired