The goose went to the ice 
The goose went to the ice, She came home late at night. 
Spin around, girl, like a wheel, That we may see everything, 
That the bottom of your skirt may be seen.
I have gone to bring a girl for myself, 
But, my God, she was not at home, She went to the biggest forest
To carve wooden spoons.
I drink all the time, and I do not get drunk, 
Because your wine has turned to vinegar. 
Spin around, girl, like a wheel,
That the bottom of your skirt may be seen