Once our forefathers
Simple grannies and grandpas,
Were dancing near a garden house
And had founded a new style.
Boots and high shoes,
Along with Russian accordion,
Along with birch bark and spoons,
Has glorified quadrille.
Today almost forgotten,
Stabbed with bagpipes,
but still unruly -
Alive playful quadrille, eh!
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Tari-dari-tari-ta,
Tari-dari-tari-ta,
Tari-dari-tari-ta,
Tari-dari-ta-eh
We looks like our grandpas,
We also like a fun,
Can not forget quadrille,
In her lives smile and build.
The work is done,
It is Saturday again,
And we want with you
Dance the quadrille.
My warm-hearted quadrille,
Ancient, but ageless,
Factorial, collective-farm,
Serious and funny, eh!
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Tari-dari-tari-ta,
Tari-dari-tari-ta,
Tari-dari-tari-ta,
Tari-dari-ta-eh