Текст песни Ёк Макарёк - Бойцова Балалайка.

I'm sitting on the bank
Little rivulet
Balaika brunch
And I sing ditties.

Friend balalaika
Balalaika sister!
Oh thank you mom
Hooligan gave birth!

Since childhood, my friend
He taught carpenter business.
I imagine myself from a piece of oak
He turned the balalaika.

Don’t sing songs,
Dance or play;
Stuffed corners of iron
And he went to fight!

Met three tramps
Rogues-goners:
“Do not turn off the road,
Turn your pockets! ”

I unzipped my sweatshirt
He took out the balalaika;
Waved to her, spun -
He chopped three heads!

I’m writing pretty often
I play myself, I dance;
In a fight I climb on the rampage -
I am now armed!

Today - times are hard,
The people have become impoverished:
Who will use a club
And who pokes with a knife.

I play in the pubs
The little man is bullying;
Ruble to drinking companions
On the bearded stalks.

Parasites, drunks
I love to drive you up!
A whole year, every week,
Balalaika their blizzard!

My wife leads me
And I mind!
She hits me with a shovel
I threaten her!

Don’t cross me, Grunya,
Do not play on the nerves!
Something between the eyes will sing to you
Boytsova-balalaika!

My balalaika -
The light you have never seen!
I would use any grunt
Strongly envied!

It is whole from oak
I hit her with a sight.
There will be life on the verge -
I will give a balalaika to the temple!

I'll say that, buddy:
Go around the whole world -
You yourself will understand that in a fight
There is no better balalaika.

Friend balalaika
Balalaika sister!
Oh thank you mom
Hooligan gave birth!