Lyrics Степан Нестеров и Валентина Елисеева - Поехал казак на чужбину

Cossack went to a foreign land
On his good horse.
He left, threw one Cossack.
Cossack day and night
Looking north
Everything is waiting, waiting
When mil comes.
He won’t return
To the parental home.
There are blizzards, blizzards,
Frosts are cracking.
Cossack bones
Under the snow lie.
On these bones
Mound with a head.
On this mound
Guelder-rose grows.
Grows and blooms
All in white colors.
On this viburnum
Two little birds are sitting.
Sitting and singing
About the life of a Cossack.