Текст песни М.Д.П. - Казачья

Top horses, mnouted the grass with nothing
We smell the bitterness of the steppe and the distance ...
You are me, loved, in a quiet hour of sunset
Accompanied from the house, hiding the sadness.

I navel remembered the hut with the Cherry White,
Where I kept the horse on Mahu's horse
How shook the trembling hand tanned
And I went to the campaign, words are not expensive.

Not chem you heart, yes bittering poison,
A hundred in the steppe pulled into the right on the six ...
Under the Cossack song, for the Cossack glory
Top horseshoes ... honey, sorry!

Alexander Pontifers, Participant of White Movement and Rod