Once the Russians
Vanya, Tanya, Mani,
Dancing for a walk,
Open a new style.
Boots and boots
Under the Russian accordion,
Under the bark and spoons
Made famous quadrille.
Now almost forgotten,
Guitars downtrodden,
But still defiant,
Alive quadrille playful.
Eh!
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
Once our ancestors
Native grandmother, Dedkov
Not dancing & quot; & quot ;, Lethke
They had a different style:
Boots and boots
Under the Russian accordion,
Under the bark and spoons
Made famous quadrille.
Now almost forgotten,
Guitars downtrodden,
But still defiant,
Alive quadrille playful.
Eh!
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
On grandfathers we are alike,
Fun love, too,
Quadrille can not forget,
Smile at it and become.
Finished work
Again came Saturday,
And we are with you hunting
Quadrille dance.
Quadrille my heart,
Old, but eternal,
The factory, the collective farm,
Funny and serious,
Eh!
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
When Ta-da da-ri-ri-ta,
Ta da-ri-ri-ta.
