Текст песни Старинная казачья песня - Конь боевой

Horse combat with a hiking blizzard
Churchu rzhet, is waiting for someone.
And near the grandmother crying with grandson,
And mother pours tears with streams.
Here from the doors of the Holy Temple
Cossack with armor itself goes.
Father Horse leads to him
And he spends this:
"Horse give you a dick,
He was faithful to my friend,
He is your father's native
Were in the fire and from the fire.
Horse combat all more expensive
And you, son, are valid.
And better you yourself worse
Horse in the Hole containers! "
In the saddle, the Cossack sits boldly
The nephew of the peak serves.
Wife says goodbye to him
The same bitter tears pour.
"In vain, you, native, cry.
In vain, you pour in volatile -
I'll be back in three years,
Our happily life will go. "