Текст песни Казачьи песни - Уехал казак на чужбину далеко

He went into exile Cossack Daleko
In good horse in his raven.
It is the edge - their homeland forever spokinul,
He did not return to the paternal home.

Napasno his young Cossack
And the morning and evening looking north.
All the waiting-waiting for a distant land,
When her dear Cossack arrive.

Daleko away, where blizzards are twisted,
Frost crackling loud crack,
Where are moved in unison and pine and spruce,
Under the snow Cossack bones lie.

Kazak dying, asking, begging,
Pour a mound on the grave of the minds:
& quot; Let him on the mound native viburnum
Spring painted in bright colors.

Let freestyle bird sitting on Kalina,
Sometimes proschebechet that song for me,
How Cossack once lived in exile,
He remembered the sweet, native of the ...