In the moonlight, the snow is silvering
Along the path, the little troika* rushes.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding -
The little bell** rings.
This ringing, this ringing of love speaks.
In the moonlight in early spring
Do you remember the meeting, my friend, with you.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding -
The little bell rings.
This ringing, this ringing of love speaks.
With a bell, your young voice rang
It is he, it is he who sang sweetly about love.
I remembered the hall with a noisy crowd,
Sweet little face with a white veil.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding -
The clinking of glasses rings.
With a young wife, my rival is standing.
Ding ding ding ding ding ding -
The bell rings.
This ringing, this ringing of love speaks