Текст песни Людмила Зыкина - Вот мчится тройка удалая

That's racing triple daring
Along the path pillar ,
And the bell , gift of Valdai ,
Hoots mournfully under the arc .

Coachman dashing, he got up at midnight ,
He felt sad in the quiet ,
He sang about the clear eyes ,
About the eyes of the maiden - soul .

"You , the eyes , the eyes of blue ,
You crushed the young man .
Why, why , O people of evil ,
You dismantle their hearts ?

Now I have not Sirotina ! .. "
And suddenly he waved at all for three ,
And songs teshilsya fellow
And I poured a nightingale .