Troika rushes, troika jumps,
Goes dust from under the hooves,
The bell is ringing crying,
That laughs, then rings.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Here the village seemed to
Shot a song tightened
Song a ringing, native,
About the gaznobushka mine
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Din-Ding Ding, and the Troika became,
The yamper jumped off the irradiation,
Krasn Virgin ranmed
And kisses the yamchik.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.
Rides, rides, rides, to her,
Rides for his love.