Текст песни Мужской хор Сретенского монастыря - Ой, заскучал лихой казак по дому...

Here the regiment went on a steep river bank
One Cossack only head bowed.
Oh, dashing Cossack bored at home
Horse mane occasion dropped.

Oh, curls flew in all directions.
Thought about home tormented him.
Keenly he looked into the blue steppe,
And that gave not see anything.

Cossack shook his head Chubatov
Told his comrades longingly:
& Quot; Oh, izbolelos heart young,
Oh, how I my friends, want to go home & quot;

Fly quickly Dorozhen'ka-road
Dispel Cossack thought and melancholy.
Oh, the buck raised his horse dashing
Quickly ran and lost in the steppe.