Like on the fast Terek, on the high bank,
The Cossacks drove out forty thousand horses.
And the shore was covered, and the shore was covered
Hundreds of chopped, shot people.
Love, brothers, love
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
Love, brothers, love
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
And the first bullet, and the first bullet,
And the first bullet in the leg wounded the horse.
And the second bullet, and the second bullet,
And the second bullet in the heart wounded me.
Love, brothers, love
It's nice brothers to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
Love, brothers, love
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
Our ataman knows whom he chooses,
Squadron on horses, but they forgot about me.
They got the will and the Cossack's share,
Well, I got a dusty combustible land.
Love, brothers, love
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
Love, brothers, love
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
Zhinka will grieve, will marry another,
For my comrade, he will forget about me.
It's a pity only volushki in a wide field,
It's a pity for the mother of the old woman and the brown horse.
Love, brothers, love
It's nice brothers to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
Love, brothers, love
Love, brothers, to live.
There is no need to grieve with our ataman.
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