Текст песни Русские народные Казачьи песни - Боевой наш атаман

Fighting our Ataman

The ordinary gave

This is us, Cossacks - Orenburg.

The order was given to: sad

And on the places to go away,

Combat Ataman wait.

Valurate on the belt

Frazhechka racing,

And on the places we flew the boom.

Quickly built rows,

Commanders ahead

Young officers before welcome.

Fighting our Ataman

On horse row

And told us: "Great, Robyat"!

He is on gray, on horseback,

All seats in silver,

On the sides of the pistols double.

I would be happy to war

Sorry to sleep my wife

With blue eyes like the sky.

Well, so to be:

I will go to war

This is with you, with the Cossacks, with the Well done!