Текст песни Калевала - Ты Прости Меня Родная

How was the dawn of a circle,
To gather the Cossack.
He put his arm around his girlfriend,
Checker his sharp
Forgive me, dear,
Kohl himself not'll save!
Where am I going to die - to know I do not know,
Exuberant head to put down!

I illuminate the road clearance
Yes, in someone else's side,
Protects Cossack alarm
About the beloved country
Forgive me, dear,
Kohl himself not'll save!
Where am I going to die - to know I do not know,
Exuberant head to put down!

Do not sit at home dashing,
Be removed as well?
From the Kuban and the Don
Freestyle volyushki drink!
Oh expanse in the open field,
Wind in the ring but curls Vietnamese,
In the open field race horses,
The heart sings with joy!
Forgive me, dear,
Kohl himself not'll save!
Where am I going to die - to know I do not know,
Exuberant head to put down!