Не тревожь мне душу, скрипка [Ne trevozh' mne dushu, skripka] [English translation]

Violin, don't hurt my soul

I won't be able to suppress my tears

Don't torment me by your sadness.

Not at any price I won't share

With you my sadness-loneliness

I will leave it all to me.

Tipsy girl of my young years

Waved me goodbye

When she was flown from me to one another.

The years were gone away very soon

In a wink

Near to window came grey autumn

I'll go out and will bow to home

Will pray to God in silence

And will go to find the place

Where lives my love

Where lives my love

In the sky is the white swan

It waved her wing upon me

And lost as smoke in blue distance.

I'll move apart the mountains

Will go round the world three times

I don't know where I'll find her

I'll go out and will bow to home

Will pray to God in silence

And will go to find the place

Where lives my love

Where lives my love