Текст песни КУБАНСЬКІ ПІСНІ - Зажурились чорноморці

Blacks were offended,
Where to live.
A hostile Muscovite settled in,
Kills her out of the house.

Oh, you Black Sea men,
Cattle produce.
Harness the wills in carts,
Come to the Kuban to live.

They go, go Blacks,
And the bends are bent.
Oh, look at the birthplace,
Tears flow from her eyes.

Be it for you, Kukharenko,
So bitter to serve,
Like us poor Black seas
To live in the Kuban.