Play, Balalaika A young man ponders the whole night long: Whom to pick without disgrace? Play, Balalaika “Dear young woman, I’d like to ask you these riddles: What can grow without rain? What can burn without ceasing? What can yearn and cry without tears? Play, Balalaika Silly boy, why do you need to ask? A stone can grow without rain; Love can burn without ceasing; A heart can yearn and cry without tears.” Play, Balalaika |