The Russian Three--horse Carriage after Alexander Vertinski

We were riding in a troika with bells,

And lights were flashing in the distance.

I would follow you now, my little falconells

To dispel my soul from melancholy once!

Along the long road, and on the moonlit night,

And with that song that flies into the distance,

And with that ancient, silver-stringed

That tormented me so at nights

Yes, it turns out, we sang vainly   but for nothing.

Surely night after night, we burned.

If we have finished with the old things,

We have not found the new in vain!

Along…

To another distance — by new paths —well

We are destined by fate to go!

We were riding in a troika with bells,

Yes, alas, long, long ago.

Along…

Living life without joy, without torment,

I remember the years gone by. ever

lAnd your silver hands at moment

In the troika that flew away forever!

Along…

The days go by, multiplying sorrows.

It's so hard for me to forget the past.

it’s just One day, my dear borrow,

you'll take me at a troika to churchyard…