The old barrel organ told me
This song of ancient times
Like over the Nizhny Novgorod fair
Raspberry jingle spilled
The carousel was spinning tirelessly
You knew how to sing and love!
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
You were offended and proud
Of brocade you were rags
And flew over Mother Volga
The big song is yours!
Irrepressible, voiced, sad,
You could glorify and ruin!
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
You were rich and bast
It was a bitter potion
And your chaliapins were born here,
To tell about you later
Not Brazilian or French
Carnivals do not compare with you!
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you
How is the song?
(Eh!)
Full full, full my box
There are chintz and brocade in it!
Fair, Russian Fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
Oh, fair, Russian fair,
Is it possible to forget you?
Oh!
