Текст песни Віктор Пашник - Козацька

As I sit on a black horse
But on the white snow - in the distance,
That will only stop me sleepy
It is a pity in the hut.
Where are my young falcon years ...
They flew away, fled, died.
Oh, as you want, friends, sometimes
Bring back what we threw away.
But, unfortunately, there is no turning back
And smoke rushed into his beard,
And over the cliff the crow removes the wing:
I would fail - and go to heaven with him.
I will ask for grace from the young man,
And I will give oats to the ravenous horse;
I will rest, and tomorrow morning in the sun
I will ask where to go.
... As I ride a black horse
But on the white snow - far ...
... As I ride a black horse
But on the white snow - far ...