Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Казацкая

Bear the old Cossacks
From how purely mechanical
Over the centuries, accumulated qualities
Goes to the right amount.
This is roaming new hormones
On the yeast of popular antiquity.
Here I’ll take it - and from my "cremona"
I trim the neck for three strings!

I’ll turn a saber out of the spring
On the shirt I’m squeezing Kumach -
And then to the house, to the native Don,
Clasping crosses, I’ll jump.

We are pride, we are the support of the nation!
We are still in the seventeenth year
Checkers chopped proclamations
On the pillars in the Mikhailovsky Garden!
The proletarians are still afraid
And they don’t show their nose on the threshold
If I go out drunk, yes in a blow I ...
And I will come out, just give me a deadline.

I’ll turn a saber out of the spring
On the shirt I’m squeezing Kumach -
And then to the house, to the native Don,
Clasping crosses, I’ll jump.

Jeans with general stripes
Body shirt with gazyry on the chest -
So he rose above the masses,
What do not come to me at all!
Now I began to look at life differently:
If the will is now in Russia,
Why didn’t I show myself well ?!
So I bit and bit ...