Текст песни Константин Куклин - Едут Казаки домой

Do not be sad kids wives,
We defeated the enemy to dust.
Our black horses,
Like a bird in the sky.

There's a strange hostile given,
We handed out the debts.
Their wives do not forget,
We would not otherwise.

CHORUS:
Soon morning comes,
With visits to the war.
The dust of the road picking up,
They're coming home Cossacks.
The dust of the road picking up,
They're coming home Cossacks.

Gay brothers you all Slavs,
Pray at the cross ..
About the Cossack, the deeds,
How many souls took the war.

You Steppe steppe, native will.
Are you tired of the body,
Heating warm yes to the will.
Smoke hot fire. ETC:

Quiet snoring horses strenozhnyh,
The smell of herbs in a night steppe.
Only a careful lookout,
Sleeping, Tired Cossacks.

Reveler died down wind,
Not worried about the Cossacks.
Sweeter than no sleep at dawn,
On the ground, fathers, grandfathers.

(S) Lily verses Kazan