Текст песни Казачья - Казак на чужбине

I Went Cossack in a foreign land far away
In good his horse Raven.
His home ever left the Ukraine -
He did not return to the paternal home!
In vain his young wife Cossack
And the morning and evening looks to the north,
All waiting yes pozhdet - from midnight Territory
To her cute when arrive.

Far away from us blowing snowstorm,
Where terribly cold cracking,
Where are moved in unison and pine and spruce,
Cossack bones lie.
Kazak and begged and begged, dying,
Barrow in mind:
"Let him on the mound native viburnum
Painted in bright fruit.
Let the free birds, sitting on Kalina,
Sometimes proschebechut me,
I, the poor, the news on a cold foreign land
Oh dear, dear side! "