Blue and red roses
Grew on the rock
A beau like that
A young girl should have
Oh if I could
Trample that rose
Oh if I could
Lure that pretty boy to me
My sweetheart played the accordeon
And I went to listen
Well he put the accordion on the dresser
And we started kissing
You were mad to pay a mark
When I only payed a kopek1.
You had him in the bed under a blanket
I had him on the floor
I'm a small girl
Like a violin string
When I walk down the road
The boys want me
Give me that pretty boy, bitch
And give him without a fight
For I'll take him anyway
And make him into a man
Love burns inside us
Like cotton in oil
In our spirit during the day
In our dreams at night
1. "Mark" and "kopek" are old monetary units.