Текст песни Олеся Бушмакина - Во поле большом

In a large field,
 The Cossack is sleeping.
 The cross is a breastplate,
 Illuminated by the moon.
Near his horse,
 Oh, yes it's black.
 Sleeping embracing his Cossack,
A pale hand.
To dream about his house,
 Yes, the people of the village.
And over the Don, over the river
 Songs in the distance float
. Snow White Table,
The tablecloth is covered.
In the globe of the table dashing,
Ataman is sitting.
His frowning look,
 He drinks bitter.
 In the top I picked up the Cossack,
I'm sounding ringing.
Sang his mother-
 Oh, lovelie-luli!
When in the field,
 Where he fell,
 There were cranes.