It happened on a nice morning
A tambourine followed the chorus of a guitar
For everywhere from Tahiti to the Volga
Immediately to be the same
And fly the pretty damsels
Like turtle doves going away to dance
In flock like the swallows
Flying away swiftly in the summer sun
It happened on a nice morning
A tambourine followed the chorus of balalaïkas
Immediately the girl in tears
Forgets her heart in the poppies
Along the Volga
And dance, dance under the arbors
The poor damsel that cried so much
And start again before the engagement
The kisses in the straw behind the mills
It happened on a nice morning
A tambourine followed the chorus of a guitar
Immediately in Tahiti the vahine
Went in the waters to drop the mooring
And fly the pretty damsel
Like a turtle dove going away to dance
Sail the beauty, sail on the laguna
The waves under the moon have the taste of kisses.
In Tahiti or in Capri
Like over there on the Volga.