Текст песни Ёк Макарёк - Бойцова Балалайка.

I'm sitting on the bank
Little River,
Balalaika Brenche
And I sing ditties.

Balalaika girlfriend,
Balalaika sister!
Oh thank you mom -
Hooligan gave birth!

Since childhood my friend
The carpenter's case taught.
I imagine from a piece of oak
Balalaika carved.

Yes, do not sing songs
Dance or play;
Nabil angles are iron
And went to fight her!

I met three vagrants,
Robbery-goner:
"Do not turn off the road,
Turn out your pockets! ”

I unbuckled the jersey
He took balalaika;
I waved at her, twirled -
Three baski smashed!

I often write,
I play myself, I dance myself;
In a fight I climb on the rampage -
I am now armed!

Nowadays - times are hard,
The people have become scanty with the spirit:
Who will put a dunnoi
And who pokes a knife.

I play the pub,
Little guy looking up;
Hacking drinking buddies
By bearded rylnikam.

The parasites, drunks
I love to drive back!
Whole year every week
Balalaiku their blizzard!

My wife is supreme
And I object!
She hits me with a shovel
I threaten her!

You, Grunya, do not quit,
Nerves do not play!
Not between the eyes you sing
Boytsova-balalaika!

My balalaika
Light, what did not see!
To me any shark
Strongly envied!

It is made of oak
I beat her aimingly.
There will be life on the verge -
Balalaika give the temple!

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

Balalaika girlfriend,
Balalaika sister!
Oh, thank you, mom:
Hooligan gave birth!