Текст песни Казачья воля - Два брата

There walked, walked two brothers
From the Turkish front
Home from the Turkish front.

As soon as they transgressed
We are the Polish border,
Hit the Pole three times.

Hit, hit -
He hurt me in the chest
My wounds are hurting:

One breaks
Another heals
From the third I must die.

And at home kids
Young wife
Everyone is waiting, waiting for me.

And let them wait
Who cares
They won't wait for me

Just a little bit
Lumpy grave
Rather wait for me

"My dear sister,
Give me clean paper -
I'll write a letter to my relatives. "

The father will read
But the mother does not know:
The son has no right hand.

The kids are growing up
The mother will be asked:
"And where is our dear father?"

And the mother will turn away
Tears will fill:
"Killed in the Turkish War."