Текст песни Русские народные песни - Вот мчится тройка почтовая

Here racing trio mail
By Mother Volga winter
Coachman, sadly singing ,
Violent shakes his head.

" What are you thinking , fellow ? -
The passenger said affably . -
What is at the heart of grief ,
Tell me, you who are upset ? "

"Oh , sir , sir , good sir,
It will soon be a year since I love
A heathen - elder, Tatar
Rebukes me , and I suffer .

Oh, lord , master, soon yuletide ,
And she does not have to be mine,
Rich chosen so hateful -
She can not see the satisfying days ... "

The driver stopped and whip belt
With disappointment tucked in his belt .
" Mother , stop! Restless ! -
Said he sighed sadly . -

For me vzgrustnut five horses ,
After parting , greyhounds , with me ,
And I certainly do not shoot