Ой, да Галя английская версия

Verse 1
Mist descends across the river,
Past the meadow’s edge.
When she looks, I start to shiver —
My soul is on the ledge.
My breath is caught, my heart is racing,
Lord, I’m lost and bound —
Just the ghost of her I’m chasing
On this holy ground.

Chorus
Oh, my Galya, Galya, Galya —
Berry on the vine!
Half the world was calling for her,
But her hand sought mine.
Oh, my Galya, bird-cherry blossom,
Light on a silver tray…
My spirit breaks within my bosom,
To touch her, I would pray!

Verse 2
In her eyes, two hidden treasures,
Ancient secrets kept.
Looking there, I lose all measure,
Every path is swept.
Braids of wheat in triple ringlets,
Ribbon’s scarlet glow.
No one finer, no one brighter,
Past the Urals’ snow.

Chorus
Oh, my Galya, Galya, Galya —
The boat has found the pier.
The wolves were watching from the shadows,
But I’m the one who’s here!
Oh, my Galya, cream and roses,
Honey on the tongue.
When I pull her close to me,
Let the squeeze-box song be sung!

Verse 3
I don’t go hunting through the markets,
I strike the iron cold.
A song for her, a thousand silver,
To keep the demons controlled.
The oak tree shakes out in the valley,
The icons guard the wall.
But when she pouts her lips at me —
Let the heavens fall!

Verse 4
Oh, my Galya… softly, slowly…
Rest here on the hay.
The wind might hear us whispering,
Don’t let the stars betray.
Galya’s life-blood, Galya’s destiny,
Rolling ‘round the bowl…
If not you, then no one, darling —
Death may take my soul.