Текст песни Государственный Кубанский Казачий Хор - Ой стога, стога

Oh Rick Rick
On the wide meadow!
You do not count,
Not to cast an eye!

Oh Rick Rick
In the green marsh,
Standing on the clock,
What do you guards?

"A kind person,
We were flowers -
mowing us
Acute braids!

scattered us
In the middle of the meadows,
Scattered apart,
Dale from each other!

From dashing guests
No defense us
In the chapters have
Black crows!

In the chapters here,
Eclipsing stars
Jackdaws flock Vietnamese
Trash the nest!

Oh eagle, eagle,
Our father is distant,
Omit to us,
Terrible svetlooky!

Oh eagle, eagle,
Hear our groans,
Dole us ashamed
Do not let the crows!

punish soon
Their arrogance,
From the sky to strike them,
That flying feathers

That flew apart,
To the steppe wide
The wind blew them
Far, far away! "