Текст песни Казачий Круг - Не орел под облаками высоко летает

Not an eagle in the sky,

High flying ,

That standard of the Cossacks

Proudly waves .

Our Cossack indestructible ,

Storm is not afraid ;

He was used to tirelessly

At the steppes worn .

Heads do not age;

His horse zealous ,

With the rider flies like a whirlwind ,

Develops mane .

Transcend his crackling frost ,

Uneasy storms ,

What did he loose sand ,

Or hurricanes .

We hear a song fatal ,

He calls us to battle ,

For the people, for the Holy Russia

I go to bed head !