Балалайка, заиграй!
Чтоб душа то в ад, то в рай,
Чтобы в жар то, то в озноб,
Горестей не стало чтоб!
Свой не оставляй рассказ —
Лей серебряный свой глас
Над родимой стороной,
На весь белый свет одной.
Над зарницею малой птицею,
На закате дня в дом родной маня
Тихим голосом, тонким колосом, русым волосом —
Звонких струн ручей, сладких мед речей…
Не поймешь, не свой коль!
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.
Балалайка, заиграй-ка!
Wherever I go, your voice
Caresses my heart along the way.
Да кубки наполняй-ка!
I drink and absorb your
Eternal wisdom day by day…
Balalaika, play!
So that the soul goes to hell, then to heaven,
So that in a fever, then in a chill,
There were no sorrows!
Don't leave your story -
Lei your silver voice
Over the home side
All over the world alone.
A little bird over the lightning,
At sunset, beckoning to my dear home
In a quiet voice, thin spike, light brown hair -
A stream of resonant 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, play it!
Wherever I go, your voice
Caresses my heart along the way.
Fill the cups!
I drink and absorb your
Eternal wisdom day by day ...
