You are playing your sweet melody
   And I’m melting like sugar in tea
   You are whispering some gentle things
   Touching my naked strings
   
   You can read my notes, you can get my key
   You are holding me, you are playing me
   
   Like a bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   I’m your bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   Get the best of what I got
   Music from my heart
   I’m your bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   
   I am trembling like a moth in the wind
   Feeling your cutting nails on my skin
   And tonight you can get every bit
   Of the music you need
   
   You can read my notes, you can get my key
   You are holding me, you are playing me
   
   Like a bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   I’m your bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   Get the best of what I got
   Music from my heart
   I’m your bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   
   My love, my hope, my tenderness –
   Three strings you’re playing, baby, yes
   You know it’s real, you feel it’s true
   I’m singing it for you
   
   Like a bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   I’m your bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   Get the best of what I got
   Music from my heart
   I’m your bala-bala-bala-bala-layka
   
    (К.Брейтбург/К.Кавалерян)