Casatchok

Casatchok... casatchok... casatchok...
Ras, ba, tri
Winter has arrived again
Once again the fire must be lit
May its severity be taken by hell

There is nothing, friends, to fear
May its severity be taken by hell
There is nothing, friends, to fear
Casatchok... casatchok... casatchok...

Petruchka plays the balalaika
As you learned to play
And when the rowers of the Volga sing
To finally be able to dance together

Ras, ba, tri
Casatchok... casatchok... casatchok...
Ras, ba, tri
When the snow covers the plain
When you feel cold in your heart
It's singing with a vodka in hand

Forget the pain and sorrow
It's singing with a vodka in hand
Forget the pain and sorrow
Casatchok... casatchok... casatchok...