Текст песни Людмила Кононова - Было их с урядником тринадцать

Nikolai Nikolayevich Torovover

There were them with a leakager thirteen
Young waxes Cossacks.
The regiment went. Where to go now
Medium oledennel coast?
People are shued, horses are also shied,
Veins death from marine bunch ...
But whispered the Lord in the ear of the Son:
What do you look, my merciful son?
Son then moved over them with Ries,
And under the rice of snow-white fur,
And all the thick, all the larger
Skinned over the snow sliding.
Wind verse. Revenue repeated.
And trusting blue snow
The whole train got an equestrian building,
Without loss to the paradise shores.