Текст песни М.Звездинский - Сотник Cмелый

Grass drops from bloody dew
From the fog of red hopping head ...
Eat a loaf of bread - the battle is over ...
The centurion looks into the sky, as if alive.

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Oh, you are a brave centurion, a glorious old man!
I know you’re not used to doing half the battle.
And now there are gray curls on the ground -
The centurion looks at the sky, does not look away.

Without you, the centurion is vague in my soul
Do not sit you, dear, in the saddle ...
What, salt skate, drooping head?
After all, the Cossack was not used to doing half the battle.

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Oh, you are a brave centurion, a glorious Cossack!
I know that you fought here for a reason.
And although gray curls lie on the ground -
The centurion looks from the sky, does not look away.