Текст песни Кубанский казачий хор - Ой стога, стога

Oh stack, stack on a wide meadow!
You do not count, do not cast a eye!

Oh stack, stack in the green marsh,
Standing on the clock, you guards?

& quot; good man, we were flowers,
We squinted sharp scythes!

We scattered in the middle of meadows,
Scattered apart, dale from each other!

From dashing offers us no defense,
In the chapters we have black crows!

In the chapters we have, eclipsing stars
A flock of jackdaws nest Vietnamese filthy!

Oh eagle, eagle, our father is far away,
Lower us formidable svetlooky!

Oh eagle, eagle, hear our moans,
Dole disgrace us not let the crows!

Punish them rather arrogant,
From the sky they beat to flying feathers

That flew apart, so that in general the steppe
The wind blew them away, far away! & Quot;