paroles de chanson Balaga - Paul Pinto feat. Lucas Steele & Nick Choksi

Hey, Balaga,
Ho, Balaga,
Hey, hey, ho, Balaga,
Hey, hey, Balaga,
The famous troika driver

Hey, Balaga,
Ho, Balaga,
Hey, hey, hey, Balaga,
Hey, hey, Balaga,
The famous troika driver

Who's that madman
Flying at full gallop down the street?
Who's that madman
Knocking people over,
Running people down,
While his fine gentlemen
Hold onto their seats?

It's Balaga!
Driving mad at twelve miles an hour!
Balaga!
Coming straight at you
Get out my way, get out my way!
Balaga!
Lashing my whip at horses and peasants!
Balaga!

Risking skin and life twenty times a year
For my fine, fine gentlemen
Yessir, hey, ho, yessir
Yessir, yessir, yessir

More than once
From Tula to Moscow
And back in just one night!
More than once
A narrow escape
From a wild Cossack fight!

More than once
They've beaten me
And slapped me with their gloves!
More than once
Made me drunk on champagne,
Which I love!

Hey, Balaga,
Ho, Balaga,
Hey, hey, ho, Balaga,
Hey, hey, Balaga,
The famous troika driver

Hey, Balaga,
Ho, Balaga,
Hey, hey, hey, Balaga,
Hey, hey, Balaga,
The famous troika driver

Who's that slowpoke
We abuse with wild and tipsy shouts?
Who knows things
That would get you sent straight to Siberia
If anyone found out?

It's Balaga!
Driving mad at twelve miles an hour!
Balaga!
Coming straight at you
Get out my way, get out my way!
Balaga!
Drinking and dancing with my ruska Roma
Balaga!

Riding my horses into the ground
For my fine, fine gentlemen
Yessir, hey, ho, yessir
Yessir, yessir, yessir

More than once
Driven you round with ladies on your laps!
More than once
Taken you places not on any maps!
More than once
Galloped faster than ordinary men would dare!
More than once
Jumped my troika right into the air!

And I never ask for rubles,
Except maybe once a year---
I don't do this for rubles,
I do it 'cause I like 'em!

And we like Balaga, too!

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