tumbalalaica

Maiden, oh maiden, tell me again:
What can grow, grow without rain?
What can burn for many long years?
And what can cry without shedding a tear?

Tumbalala, tumbalala, tumbalalaika
Tumbalala, tumbalala, tumbalalaika
Tumbalalaika, sing me a-laika
Tumbalalaika, sing me a tale.

Silly young man, why ask again?
Love can grow, grow without rain.
A heart can burn for many long years
And a stone can cry without shedding a tear.