Текст песни Александр Васин - Письмо казака жене

Hello my dear, you are my Anuta
House you I mulberries, hateful life
Wa of the first line, to bow low
All relatives and friends, remember the Cossack
I feel the voice of the silent oh Ivashka
So write'm not sword, raze will think
Che and say after you miss
And the soul is not tea, Th there to talk
Do not be angry soul, you gave the pouch
And I lost durila near Sivash
Come on, it does not matter there is a loaf of bread
And the steppe around the sky, ......
And do not grieve the wife is alive and thank God
Maybe for a little bit, the war is over!
Koli lucky vozvernus of battle
And then we with you, life is not divorce
And not doglyadi, scimitar fiercely srezhet
And we then Annie, death will connect
So do not worry, I know praschevay
Not afraid of my own, we did not death but life
Not afraid of my own, we did not death but life
Your Ivan!