Lyrics Атаман - Седлай буланого коня

Ataman (Saddle of the Bulan Horse ...)

Oh, there is fog in the steppe
And beyond the river are lights.
What, dad-ataman,
Head droop?
What is your sorrow
What does the heart toil?
Past at night
I recall:

As for the Tsar of All Russia
You squinted your enemy’s heads
For his mother and for his father
You didn’t spare the enemy!
Like a young esaul
Flew into battle through fire and smoke
And as in that righteous battle
You sensed your silushka!

Papaha yes Nagan,
Hops teardrop thread ...
Eh, remember the chieftain,
"Lovely, brothers, live ..."
You are also brave and brave
Though not those years.
That your forelock is thinned -
It doesn’t matter!
ATAMAN

Saddle of the Bully Horse
Jump the horseshoes ringing
Gallop from the spot on the meadow
Towards the red sun.
For the Sovereign, Motherland,
For the faith that does not bend,
Raise the checkers bald,
We’ll show the enemy who whom!

Saddle of the Bully Horse
Jump the horseshoes ringing
Gallop from the spot on the meadow
Towards the red sun.
For the Sovereign, Motherland,
For the faith that does not bend,
Raise the checkers bald,
We’ll show the enemy who whom!

For the glorious Fatherland,
For the name and patronymic,
For the honor of his people
The Cossacks are rising!
For the Sovereign, Motherland,
For the faith that does not bend,
Raise the checkers bald,
We’ll show the enemy who whom!