Korobeiniki

Oh, my little box is full to the brim
It has a sieve and a scoop
Pity, my little soul
Of a young man's shoulder

I'll go, I'll go to the high bank
There I'll spend the night
When I see the dark-eyed one
I'll lay out all the goods

He paid quite a sum
Don't haggle, don't be stingy
Pucker up those red lips
Sit closer to the lad

The foggy night has fallen
The distant lad is waiting
Hey, come here! - the desired one has arrived
The lad is selling the goods

Katya is bargaining carefully
Afraid to hand over everything
The boy is kissing the girl
Asking to lower the prices

Only the deep night knows
How they agreed
Straighten up, tall bank
Keep the secret sacredly

Oh, the little box is light
The strap doesn't cut the shoulder
And all that the soulful one took
Was a turquoise ring