Текст песни АТАМАНЦЫ - г. Новочеркасск - Не успеет луна появиться в небе

Do not have time to appear in the sky the moon,
When drunk I'm going home.
You are not vey his black curls, Dunya,
Over my sore head.

And why did you kiss me, Dunya,
Heat peace in the breasts zataya?
Darling, "I called, Dunya,
And swore: "I am yours, I am yours."

Here comes rainy morning, Dunya,
It will rain in the morning drizzle,
You will hear a sad song of Dunya -
That I will bear to bury.

From my loyal friends probably Dunya,
Oh, no one will come to see off.
Only you, only one, my dear Dunya,
Will tearfully mourn over the coffin.

Today I am sick and sullen, Dunya,
You got me Caress-prigolubit.
Put your white breasts, Dunya,
On my raskudryavuyu chest.