Текст песни Нина Пантелеева - Балалайка

Balalaika

Music M.Coll
Words by L. Derbenev

Remember, remember, balalaika
The song is old.
Sing to me, sing to me the balalaika
A song in three strings.
That the steppe was in it, and the moon, and snowstorm,
And the three flew through the snow.

As soon as I start, the balalaika will start
Three strings ring
I see the balalaika again
Three horses ride.
Ah, the coachman is daring, and the steppe is endless,
Moonlight, yes bells ringing.

Balalaika, balalaika, you are good to everyone,
Balalaika, balalaika, Russian soul.

So that all that was, was, balalaika,
Surfaced, suddenly beckoning
To, dear, the balalaika love me again.
For love to be like a steppe without end,
Brighter than stars and louder than bells.