Текст песни Геннадий Трофимов - Ковыль-божия трава

Soundtrack to the movie "Cossack Byl" Nikolay Gusarov

In the steppe wind prowls
In the sky, crows scream,
In the wild field arrows whistle,
Saber sharp ring.
From bleed wounds of a canopy
Head down nick
Black and white feather grass
Striking grass

My Cossack share
In the wild field a hundred roads.
From dagger and bondage
Horse buckskin saved.
Temper Cossack rebellious-
Free will divination.
Black and white feather grass
Like robbery.

Do not be afraid of the enemy and scaffold,
Whip butt kill.
Do not lose, Cossack papakhi
And his little heads.
Do not torment, beautiful in vain,
Kohl gave me my heart.
Black-feather grass, red feather grass
Feather Grass

Steppe and heaven crowned us
Yes, Cossack swords.
Our little children rocked
All steppe languages.
On me, beauty, do not complain
Kiss me first.
Feather-gray, feather-gray
Our feather-sorcerer-grass.
 
On the gap we live and love.
With shaloy bullet at the temple.
Steppe dove, steppe and ruin
Soul, the heart of the Cossack.
But beyond the free range of the head!
Feather grass white, feather grass white
Feather grass of God.