If fate threw us together, you
and me, oh how the world would dance!
City after city would bow itself down,
oh my own, my brother-in-soul!

As soon as the last light went out
the tavern queen would be me, the king
would be you: bow, bow, to my king!
Bow to his queen!—My gift to you all: is me.

If fate threw us together, you
and me, the Tsar would ring out bells;
all down the Moscow River
bells for the beautiful fraud and her friend.'

And after the ball, the dance, the feast,
we'd roll along the night wind, my brother....
dust would fly from the road—the white, white
road—if fate would throw us together!