Текст песни Хор КДА - Вот мчится тройка почтовая

Here rushes three postal
According to the Volga Mother in winter.
The rod, sadly singing,
Shakes a violent head.

"What did the kids think about? -
Cuddles asked: -
What is the heart of the heart?
Tell me who disappeared you? "

"Ah, Barin, Cute, Good Barin!
Here soon a year, as I love.
Yes non-learning old-year tatar
I'm bug, and I suffer.

Oh, Barin, Barin, Soon shtik,
And she is not already mine;
Rich chose yes short
She does not see happy days. "

Slotchchchik silence and whip belt
With a golitz behind the belt pinched.
"Native ... Stop, restless!" -
Said himself sadly sighed.