Текст песни Дмитрий Авилов - Казацкая

Out, old Cossacks,
From how purely mechanical
Over the century accumulated qualities
Goes to the right amount.
It roam new hormones
On the yeast of the cheerful antiquity.
Here I will take - and with your "creams"
Shelling a vulture under three strings!

From the springs of the Vosta Shab,
In Rubah, Tisna Kumacha -
And then to the house, to the native don,
Clay crosses, jump.

We are pride, we support the nation!
We are still in the seventeenth year
Shackles cut the procamation
On the pillars in the Mikhailovsky Garden!
Still afraid of proletaria
And do not seem nose on the threshold,
If I get drunk, yes in the blow I ...
And I will go out, just give a time.

From the springs of the Vosta Shab,
In Rubah, Tisna Kumacha -
And then to the house, to the native don,
Clay crosses, jump.

Jeans with general lamps,
Batnik with chest gazells -
So rose over the folk mass,
What don't come to me!
I now look at life otherwise I became:
By now the will in Russia,
Well, I will not seek well?!
So I wondered and bit ...