Текст песни Тролль Гнёт Ель - Балалайка

Balalaika, Sign!
So that the soul is in hell, then in paradise,
So that in the heat then in chills,
The sorrow did not become!

Do not leave your story -
Leu silver voice
Above the ridden party
On the whole white light one.

Over a small poultry salary
At sunset day in the house of native man
Quiet voice, thin ear, rusia hair -
Crowding strings, sweet honey speeches ...
You will not understand, not your own stake!

In Your Heart, In Your Head,
In The Air, Above the Land
Balalaika Leaves No Choice
But to Follow Its Magical Voice.
DON'T INDULGE IN SORROW!
Keep on Drinking Till Tomorrow!
And Your Life Ain't Hollow!
Hey, ENOUGH TO WALLOW!
YOU CAN RISE AND FOLLOW THE TUNE!
These Songs, These Dances
Are Like People's Faces.
THEY CAN SHOW JOY AND SADNESS
Smile or Cry and Suffer.
Once Cold, Then Burst in Laughter.

Balalaika, Sign-ka!

WHEREVER I GO, YOUR VOICE
Careses My Heart Along The Way.

Yes Cups Fill-ka!

I DRINK AND ABSORB YOUR
Eternal Wisdom Day by Day ...