Red Army Choir "Korobeiniki (Коробейники)" testo

Peddlers

Full to the burst is my peddler's basketThere's printed cotton and brocadeHave mercy, my sweetheart,On the young lad's shoulder.

I'll come out into a field of tall ryeAnd wait there till darkAs soon as I see my black-eyed lassI'll lay out all my wares.

I myself have paid through the nose for all thisSo don't bargain, don't go thriftyGive me your scarlet lipsAnd sit closer to the young lad.

A misty night has come downThe daring lad is waitingHush, my ladylove has come,The merchant is selling his goods.

Katia is cautiously bargainingNot to overpayThe lad is kissing the lassAnd asks her to put up the price.

Only the dark night knowsWhat they agreed onStand upright, tall rye,Keep their secret tight.

Oh, my basket feels so light to carryThe strap doesn't cut into my shouldersThough the only thing my sweetheat has takenIs a little ring with turquoise