Текст песни народная - Казачья

Raven bird, I used to whirl with you
True, I have no wings
Chopped off my wings turtle-dove
God knows not mine

To know fate is such a fate
I'll look for good luck in battle
And if the bullet falls down fatal
The bullet is a fool, I will forgive her

Cossack yes not decent cry,
Tokmo can grieve
Only rain will quietly drip
Quietly shed tears

A spill, sprout grass
Steppe my dear, my mother
I will calm down with my heart and soul
I'll give a drink to my favorite horse

A horse - he's what, he's a heart friend
Real and native
But I already have a sinful soul
What can you do with me

I am a Cossack, fascinated by my agony
Yes insisted on the steppe
And by mamma with daddy I am complicated
Ah, there were also Cossacks

Do not grieve cute family
Reached - we will meet again
Sorry here, only there is no turtle dove in the house
It’s a pity there is nobody to hug

The sun leaned over the hill
Dismounted the evening dawn
For Aksai from high slope
Retired in the steppe Cossacks build

Raven bird spread its wings
Take away my sadness
You circle, circle under the clouds
And my calling is the steppe distance