Текст песни Александр Маточкин - Под ракитою зелёной русский голову сложил

Under the green willow
Russian head cupped
it is not the same it folded
German sabers cut down

Dripping blood from a fresh wound
trampled on the sand
over it winds black crows
scenting tidbit

You do not veysya black crows
over my head
you will not wait extraction
I'm still alive cossack
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You fly ka black crows
to my sweet Ljubuski
you say it is free
I married another

He took a large dowry
a lot of woods and meadows
derevnyushka small
a Polish town

He took a modest bride tihu
in an open field under a bush
obvenchalna was the matchmaker
saber my eyes open