LYRICS

From Istanbul store, a van with goods wear, customs
how to walk, how to whine, how to mow.
Give him, give him two hundred marks, that he is man, daughter,
hem is tsigarki, yet to build and house. (x2)

Chorus (x2)
Mitnicharyu, mitnicharyu,
Sir and Comrade. Let me
through you to go,
to come back from abroad.

from Istanbul Mom back from big overseas,
everything, give everything just to pass the barrier.
Give him, give him two hundred marks, that he is man, daughter,
hem is tsigarki, hem and build a house. (x2)

Chorus (x6)