Текст песни Казачий курень - Не печалься за нас, атаман

High above the Terek night
Big stars do not get it
As stones are horses tsokaya
Time right to die
Time true faith strong
Dying Cossack not for nothing
Will freestyle bullet apt
God is with us so native land

Do not worry for us, Ataman
I went over Terek white fog
In the fog we are waiting Ataman
The death of the cross so cheerful weeds
In the fog we are waiting Ataman
The death of the cross so cheerful weeds

And over the Terek is night dark
Crying rain, howling voice in trouble
Death reeling stray
Under the hooves of blood and water
Under the hooves of the blood of the Russian
Horses bogged down, but still going
Oh, Cossack, Paradise track will not close
But in heaven we will wait with you

Do not worry for us, Ataman
I went over Terek white fog
In the fog we are waiting Ataman
The death of the cross so cheerful weeds
In the fog we are waiting Ataman
The death of the cross so cheerful weeds

A night worrying over Terek
Candles placed all the saints
Oh Cossack retreat is not allowed
So you die young
Dying you near Terek
Without waiting for the last star
Where is the spirit bent near the shore
And he touched the roots of water

Do not worry for us, Ataman
I went over Terek white fog
In the fog we are waiting Ataman
The death of the cross so cheerful weeds
In the fog we are waiting Ataman
The death of the cross so cheerful weeds