Текст песни Ансамбль Песни и Пляски Донских Казаков - Птица-ворон

Bird Raven, I used with you whirl up
 However, no wings I
 And cut off the wings of my turtle
 God knows, not my know

 Knowing the fate - this sudbinushka
 Look for good luck in the fight, I
 And if the fatal bullet meet
 Bullet - a fool, I'll forgive her

 Cazacu decent but not crying,
 Tokmo can grieve
 Only rain will drip quietly
 Quiet tears shed

 A shed, so sprout grass
 Steppe dear, my mother
 I calm the heart and soul
 Satiated Radim horse

 The horse - he is what he is each heart
 This and native
 But I have the soul of a sinner
 Well, what can you do with me

 I Cossack, more than fascinated
 Yes insist on the steppe
 And mamma with folders I complex
 Ah, too, were the Cossacks

 The slope of the hill behind the sun
 Hurry When evening dawn
 For Aksay with high hillside
 Removed in order Cossack Steppe