Текст песни Александр Борисов - Вот мчится тройка удалая

Here daring troika rushes
Along the road pole ,
And the bell , gift of Valdai ,
Dull buzzing under the arch.
.
   Coachman dashing - he got up at midnight ,
   He felt sad in the quiet -
   And he sang about the clear eyes ,
   About the eyes of the girl - soul :
.
& quot; Oh , the eyes , the eyes of blue !
You crushed the young man ;
Why , O people, evil people ,
You fragmented their hearts ?
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   Now I have not Sirotina ! .. & Quot;
   And suddenly waved on all three -
   And triple teshilsya fellow,
   And fill the nightingale .