Текст песни Михаил Серебро - А мы за царя

Sad fate of the Russian crown,
Performed mad plebeian blood.
He was white churches did not like chimes
And Red Heart Chumoy poisoned.
And for the king, with faith in the Lord God,
The born of the Civil War.
Goodbye Ataman, we are to your native threshold,
And you are to the shores of an unknown country.

Night hugs fields and meadows,
Well, quietly song of the Cossacks.
Eh anyone live in Kuban River,
Where is the White Iv Coast.
Eh anyone live in Kuban River,
Where is the White Iv Coast.

Great steppes of Kuban and Don,
The dead sons were buried more than once.
And in the hour of fatal river toda
The execution of the Commissar Order was celebrated.
For the service of the king, with faith in the Lord God,
Painted blood water and sand.
And he knew Ataman on a foreign road,
Storm in Russia and bullet in the temple.

Night hugs fields and meadows,
Well, quietly song of the Cossacks.
Eh anyone live in Kuban River,
Where is the White Iv Coast.
Eh anyone live in Kuban River,
Where is the White Iv Coast.