Traditional - Korobeiniki

Oh, my crate is so full

I've got calico and brocade

Take pity, oh sweety

Of this lad's shoulder



I will, I will go out into the tall rye

I will wait there till the night comes

Once I see the dark-eyed lass

I will showcase all my goods



I paid no small price myself

So don't bargain or be stingy

Bring your scarlet lips to me

Sit closer to this fine lad



The foggy night has already come

The daring lad is awaiting

Hark, it's her! The desired one has come

The merchant is selling his goods



Katya is haggling with care

She is afraid to pay too much

A lad is kissing his lass

Asking her to raise the price



Only the deep night knows

What they agreed upon

Straighten up now, oh tall rye

And keep their secret scrupulously!



Oh, my crate is so light;

The strap is no longer cutting into my shoulders!

And all my lass took

Was one turquoise ring



I had given her a whole piece of calico

A scarlet ribbon for her braids

A little belt — for the white shirt

To strap while haymaking



The sweet one put everything

Back into the box, but for the ring:

"I do not want to go around dressed up

Without a fiancé!"



Oh, you foolish young maidens!

Did she herself not bring

The half-flask of sweet vodka?

And she did not take the gifts!



So stay right here! An unbreakable

Promise I give:

Once I empty the crate

I'll return home for Pokrov

And you, my Sweetheart

To God's church I will lead!



Up until the rainy evening

The fine lad runs

And catches up to a grumbling comrade

In the village



Old Tihonych swears:

"I really thought you were gone!"

Vanka only smirks-

I was selling the calico!