Текст песни Чорна вишиванка - Козача

Near the manger stands my black grasshopper,
I'll make myself a good weapon.
To live on the road without anxiety for even a moment
And follow the world after you.
Your sharp sword will blow on the fly,
Sings, and maybe cries,
Near you my soul flies like a bird,
Good luck in battle!

Refrain:
Cossack, oh, my Cossack,
Let the free sickle carry into battle
In the world, in new worlds
Your strong spirit will help you to go through everything! (whole verse - 2)

Wherever you go on a campaign, I follow you,
I'll be around in the far end,
And let the old bandura player take away the trouble,
When he accompanies us on a hike.
My heart calls to protect me in battle
Our faithful love young,
Though in dreams I embrace your native soul,
Though in dreams I will kiss you!

Refrain

Fly into the world of the unknown, my beloved Cossack,
From the hands of the enemy the edge of our protection,
I know all your enemies, you will drive them out of the land,
Prayer can help you!
Prayer can help you!

Refrain