Текст песни Кубанский казачий хор - Буря Мглою Небо Кроет

urya mist sky conceals,
Vortices snow spinning;
Something like a beast, it howl,
That cry like a child,
Then on the roof of a dilapidated
Suddenly a rustle of straw,
Then, as a belated traveler,
We were out the window zastuchit.

Our ramshackle hovels
And sad and dark.
What are you, my old lady,
Priumolkla the window?
Or storm howls
You, my friend, tired,
Or doze under the hum
His spindle?

Drink, a good friend
Poor my youth,
Let us drink from grief; where is the circle?
Heart will be happier.
Sing me a song, like a bird
Quiet living overseas;
Sing me a song, as a maid
For water in the morning was.

Storm mist sky conceals,
Vortices snow spinning;
Something like a beast, it howl,
That cry like a child.
Drink, a good friend
Poor my youth,
Have a drink with grief: where is the circle?
Heart will be happier.