Текст песни Даша Марцинкевич - Степь

Only the steppe will sigh hardly,
Like a dew herb
He will wash his feet in the stirrup,
The rivers of time will wake up.

Chorus:
Look, the cavalry rushes,
Steppe freemen
The regiments of severe Cossacks
From the dark ages.

Night is a prayer to stop,
A month shaves cheekbones, faces,
They wind above the hat of the forelock,
Whins whip, teeth sparkle.

Chorus:
The steppe crazy army rushes,
The raven croak screams.
Flies, risking his head,
Cossack dashing!

Mother-father weep we will leave,
Forever the bed is refueled,
To the heart is a handful of earth,
Yes, the mouth of your beloved.

Chorus:
With the truth, the uterus under the bridle
Well done
Send bile wormwood,
The fate of the family ...

And the steppe crazy army rushes,
The raven croak screams.
Flies, risking his head,
Cossack dashing!

Horses neigh, the cauldron is seething,
The smoke from the pipe is curling.
Porridge, Braga, song, dance
Yes, and hesitated at the dawn of the hour.

Chorus:
Oh, Cossack, walk for now,
Let's sleep to your enemies,
But in the field of the wild cape
Calling the dawn again ...

And again the cavalry rushes,
Steppe freemen.
Flies, risking his head,
Cossack dashing!

As the steppe crazy army rushes,
The raven croak screams.
Flies, risking his head,
Cossack dashing,
Cossack dashing!