Текст песни Татьяна Петрова - Кубанка

KUBANKA

Dust swirls across the valley.
Ride, ride, my faithful horse.
I will dispel the anguish,
Flying from the fire into the fire.

The thunderstorm thundered early.
And the bullets hit on the spot.
I dropped my cuban
When the Kuban was swimming.

Do not feel sorry for the famous Kubanka,
No pity for the blue lining,
And it's a pity for the prayer, sewn in it
By the hand of my mother.

Kuban broke the Kubanka,
Leaked through the lining
Found a prayer and blurred
And in the blue the sea drew.

Do not feel sorry for the famous Kubanka,
No pity for the blue lining,
It's a pity for a forgotten prayer
Prayers of the saint's homeland.

Dust swirls across the valley.
Ride, ride, my faithful horse.
I will dispel the anguish,
Flying from the fire into the fire.

1996