Текст песни Александр Дюмин - Дон

For Mother Russia, Basurman
Fled, God will not let us lie.
What are you guilty of
The red bastard was worshiped.

The sunset died down, the cold rain pours.
We really do not take a nap - we leave for the night.
Hide the grove of us
And beyond that small river is our volyushka.

My black horse, be patient, dear,
I feed you, I warm.
We will share a pot of oats
In a warm little river we will soak up.

Here is Old Man-Don, only he is gloomy.
Our hundred jump, and cry in the village,
They took everything: utensils, bread, grain.
They say: "We’ll come, we'll take it again!"

Here are the Budenovs, there are the Chapaevs
And you, like those bitches, are restless.
There is no cross on you blasphemous
Oh, you red-bellied dogs.

They only whip and whip then they will understand.
A sharp saber, a machine gun and on the road.
Rise the army, our freemen
Cavalry rushes for children and widows.

For Mother Russia, Basurman
Fled, God will not let us lie.
What are you guilty of
We put up with the red bastard.