| Song | Play, Musician |
| Artist | Ruslana |
| Album | Wild Dances |
| Play a song for me, my darling | |
| Play for me, musician. | |
| I shan't go to show business | |
| For the recognition. | |
| You'd be playing, you'd be playing, | |
| I would sing with passion. | |
| All the world could hear this music | |
| With the gieat impiession. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Should my mood become so bully - | |
| We will sing together | |
| When good people come to rarty | |
| We'll be dancing further. | |
| When we find a classy master | |
| Who can lay the table. | |
| We shall dance the hot wild dances. | |
| We are so much able. | |
| Don't you sway - control your breathing | |
| Look at me, it's very easy. | |
| Play the song and stop your teasing… | |
| When I think of dateless customs | |
| And of old traditions, | |
| Theie weie songs and crazy dances. | |
| And without conditions. | |
| Play this song foi me. my dai ling, | |
| Let them heat my singing. | |
| I give twenty points to Britney, | |
| My voice will be ringing. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Play this song foi te. tu darling | |
| Make all people stare. | |
| We could win a million dollars. | |
| But I wouldn't caie. | |
| Don't be cool with me, musician. | |
| You dorV.t get the chances'. | |
| You' can't go away, my darling | |
| No more songs, no dances. | |
| Play this song for me, my darling. | |
| Let us feel the fire. | |
| Let the people dance together. | |
| Jumping oven higher. | |
| Let your music teach the heavens. | |
| Let the stars be violent. | |
| When the morning stops these sounds. | |
| Then we shall be silent... |
| Play a song for me, my darling | |
| Play for me, musician. | |
| I shan' t go to show business | |
| For the recognition. | |
| You' d be playing, you' d be playing, | |
| I would sing with passion. | |
| All the world could hear this music | |
| With the gieat impiession. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Should my mood become so bully | |
| We will sing together | |
| When good people come to rarty | |
| We' ll be dancing further. | |
| When we find a classy master | |
| Who can lay the table. | |
| We shall dance the hot wild dances. | |
| We are so much able. | |
| Don' t you sway control your breathing | |
| Look at me, it' s very easy. | |
| Play the song and stop your teasing | |
| When I think of dateless customs | |
| And of old traditions, | |
| Theie weie songs and crazy dances. | |
| And without conditions. | |
| Play this song foi me. my dai ling, | |
| Let them heat my singing. | |
| I give twenty points to Britney, | |
| My voice will be ringing. | |
| CHORUS | |
| Play this song foi te. tu darling | |
| Make all people stare. | |
| We could win a million dollars. | |
| But I wouldn' t caie. | |
| Don' t be cool with me, musician. | |
| You dorV. t get the chances'. | |
| You' can' t go away, my darling | |
| No more songs, no dances. | |
| Play this song for me, my darling. | |
| Let us feel the fire. | |
| Let the people dance together. | |
| Jumping oven higher. | |
| Let your music teach the heavens. | |
| Let the stars be violent. | |
| When the morning stops these sounds. | |
| Then we shall be silent... |