Текст песни Казацкие песни - Как на горке на крутой

Like on a hill on a steep
The major was young.
The major was young
Under it is a black conic.
Under it is a black conic,
Not Oryol, but Don.
"Hello Sasha, hello Masha,
Hello, my Lushenka!
Hello my darling.
Is your mother at home? ”
"There is nobody at home
Get in through the window! ”
Major held out his leg,
The Cossack lashed with a whip.

Like a hill on a heap
The major was young.