Ya igrayu na balalayke,
Eto samyiy russkiy instrument.
Ya mechtayu zhit na Yamayke,
na Yamayke balalaek net.
I netu schastya v lichnoy zhizni,
Prohodyat zrya moi goda.
Nu gde zhe prints moy zagranichnyiy?
Prihodi poskorey, ya zhdu tebya.
American boy, american joy,
American boy for all is time.
American boy, uedu s toboy,
Uedu s toboy, Moskva, proschay!
American boy, oy, oy,
Uedu s toboy, american boy!
Ya prostaya russkaya devchonka,
Za granitsey srodu ne byila.
Tyi, amerikanistyiy malchonka,
Uvozi menya, i vse dela.
Ya budu plakat i smeyatsya,
Kogda usyadus v "Mersedes".
I budu v roskoshi kupatsya...
Priezzhay poskorey za mnoy, ya zdes!
American boy, american joy,
American boy for all is time.
American boy, uedu s toboy,
Uedu s toboy, Moskva, proschay!
American boy, oy, oy,
Uedu s toboy,
American,
American,
American boy!
American boy, american joy,
American boy for all is time.
American boy, uedu s toboy,
Uedu s toboy, Moskva, proschay!
American boy, oy, oy,
Uedu s toboy.
American boy, american joy,
American boy for all is time.
American boy, uedu s toboy,
Uedu s toboy, Moskva, proschay!
American boy, oy, oy,
Uedu s toboy,
American,
American,
American boy! |
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