Shteyt a bokher, un er trakht,
trakht un trakht a gantse nakht,
vemen tsu nemen un nit farshemen,
vemen tsu nemen un nit farshemen.
Meydl, meydl, kh’vil bai dir fregn:
Vos ken vaksn, vaksn on regn?
Vos ken brenen un nit oifhern?
Vos ken benken, veynen on tren?
Tum bala, tum bala, tum balalaika,
tum bala, tum bala, tum balalaika,
tum balalaika, shpil balalaika,
tum balalaika, freylekh zol zain!
Narisher bokher, vos darfs tu fregn?
A shteyn ken vaksn, vaksn on regn!
A libe ken brenen un nit oifhern!
A harts ken benken, veynen on tren!
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A boy is standing and thinking,
Thinking and thinking all thru the night –
Whom to choose and not embarrass
Whom to choose and not embarrass.
Maiden, maiden, let me ask you:
What can grow, grow without rain?
What can burn and never cease?
What can cry, cry without tears?
Tum bala, tum bala, tum balalaika,
tum bala, tum bala, tum balalaika,
tum balalaika, play the balalaika,
tum balalaika, merry we’ll be!
Silly boy, what do you ask?
A stone can grow, grow without rain!
A love can burn and never cease!
A heart can cry, cry without tears!
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