Текст песни Александр Борисов - Вот мчится тройка удалая

Here daring troika races
Along the road pole ,
And the bell , gift of Valdai ,
Hoots mournfully under the arc .
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   Coachman dashing - he got up at midnight ,
   He felt sad in the quiet -
   And he sang about the clear eyes ,
   About the eyes of the girls - soul :
.
& quot; Oh, eyes , blue eyes !
You crushed the young man ;
Why , O people, evil people ,
You dismantle their hearts ?
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   Now I have not Sirotina ! .. & Quot;
   And suddenly he waved in all of the three -
   And triple teshilsya fellow ,
   And fill the nightingale .