Текст песни Братина - Пыль клубится

Dust smoking on the road

Sleeps are sometimes audible.

From a raid of removed

Cossacks go home.


Here they are already in the village,

Ride, jump and sing.

Wives, children and girls

All towards them is running.


Associate questions

From the crowd from all sides.

Whether my husband is alive, his son alive,

Is Brother alone, where is he?


All Cossacks are having fun

And rush to the native.

Among the cute family

Meet rest and peace.


Only one Cossack is not cheerful,

He is here round orphan.

Why his foggy

Sadness and bitter tears.


Better B Loe He is in a swiss field

And I would not go home.

Anyway his death

Not fluttered by a tear.