Текст песни Евгений Ткачук - Чёрный Ворон

Black Raven, friend of my lifting, where you flew so far?
Black Raven, Friend of my lifting, where you flew so far?
Where did you fly so far?
You brought me, and you, a black raven, a white handle with a ring.
I went out, went out, and I was on the porch, staggered slightly.
By the ring of a friend, I found out whose raven a hand.
That hand, the hand of Moivo Milov, know, he was killed in war
He is killed by the unintegrated in a stranger side.
He came here with a shovel, a gracious person.
And he buried two hundred forty people into one grave.
And he put an oak cross
And he wrote on it:
"Here they score, the heroes, glory to the Don Cossacks!"