Текст песни Казачьи песни - В саду при долине

In the garden, with the valley I rose roses,
Rodal and threw under the gate.

Rodal and threw under the gate,
Do not last Cossack that I am an orphan.

Do not last Cossack that I am a sirota,
I would come to match, and I would not go.

Would you come to match, and I did not go,
Do not be afraid of the divine, I am so (myself) will not go.

Do not be afraid divine, I will not go like that
Combine Russia and I will find Russia.

Traveled Russia and all its cities,
But I did not find more beautiful than that orphan.

But I did not find more than the sirota,
And again returned to those gates.

And again returned to those gates,
Coming is a complacency.

Coming is a complacency,
The leaning is visible, downtown.