Текст песни Александр Харчиков - Казачья

Here the edges of others, false,
The enemy is behind each boulder.
Friends gathered serve
Over the killed Cossack.

Who traveled him in the intelligence -
Do not recognize in the edge of someone else,
Which of the thickets in the back shot,
Who on the throat led a knife.

He accepted the death of harsh,
She met her alone.
He believed in Russia a new one,
Cross Yes Take-in carbine.

Light dawn on the tablecloth.
Viden house among Rakit.
Never say my mother
The fact that her son is killed.

So as not to cry lost,
did not lick combustion tears,
Say - the son is now at the Terek,
Where is the Cossack post.

Like a dashing fighter he is famous
send her joyful news
there in the village there is beauties,
There are enemies in Aulah there.

The heart is squeezed
We will not forgive losses.
We lost comrade
And brutally avenge.

Where we lost the comrade
and sand from blood al,
there is a flower of fire - fires
Over the Caucasus bloomed.