Текст песни Казачий курень - Не печалься за нас, атаман

Terek over night high
Stars do not get large
The stones are horses tsokaya
Time right to die
While true faith is strong
The Cossacks did not die for nothing
Will of freestyle , bullet -aimed
God is with us so native land

Do not be sad for us, Ataman
Lay upon the Terek white mist
The mist waiting for us Ataman
Death of fun cross da weeds
The mist waiting for us Ataman
Death of fun cross da weeds

And over the Terek is night dark
Rain cries , howls in the voice of trouble
Death reeling stray
Under the hooves of blood and water
Under the hooves of the blood of the Russian
Sinking horses , but still go
Oh, Cossack, in paradise track is not close
But in Heaven we will wait with you

Do not be sad for us, Ataman
Lay upon the Terek white mist
The mist waiting for us Ataman
Death of fun cross da weeds
The mist waiting for us Ataman
Death of fun cross da weeds

And over the Terek night worrying
Candles are placed all the saints
Oh Cossack retreat is not allowed
So you die young
You die near the Terek
Without waiting for the last star
Where he bowed spirit near the shore
And the roots hit the water

Do not be sad for us, Ataman
Lay upon the Terek white mist
The mist waiting for us Ataman
Death of fun cross da weeds
The mist waiting for us Ataman
Death of fun cross da weeds