Текст песни Андрей Козловский - Косари

We are mowers, and be glorious be our labor!
Where we went, stayed along the road
Those forges that braids forge us,
Those herbs that fall under our feet.

And we came to get drunk from a stream,
Wash away drops of sweat with his water,
And the nightingale's joyful song -
We are the best reward for our work.

R: Mow, scythe, while dew,
    While the skies turn blue
    Tighten the belt
    The links are tireless, braid!

But if the bell rings in the night
And a raven will fly over our field
We will melt the braids into swords,
And those who have come to us know grief!

Having finished the battle, get drunk from the stream,
With his water we will wash away the solder of blood
And the nightingale's joyful song
Be comforting for the widow's tears.

R.

As long as our herbs are tall
As long as our souls are not free
Links of a scythe, on a field by the river,
The braid links while the dew is on the field.

R.