Текст песни Десятое небо - Махновский казачок

This is how there was no sadness yes devils so
That's how sadness was not
This is how there was no sadness yes devils so
That's how sadness was not

Blind bullet will not get us
And black horse hoof beats
And Batka will tell us to death
And whoever does not understand us with us ...

Screaming us beat yes ridges broke
For a deceiving system wanted to dive
Horses shot yes hut burned
Yes babs in the cellar yes do not take

And in the pure field of chamomile on blood
And we argue with the fate, in a dream fire burn
Yes leg in the tears yes the wind in the visor
Goulai Bratuha Makhnovsky Cossack

Stickly returned to us red tears
Yes, and all our dreams did not come true
So frustration Nestor Ivanych
In the mouth, everything is dry yes blood on the chest

And in the pure field of chamomile on blood
And we argue with the fate, in a dream fire burn
Yes leg in the tears yes the wind in the visor
Goulai Bratuha Makhnovsky Cossack