Текст песни Михаил Шуфутинский - По Дону

Coney road looking for home , past the ravine to drink ,
And beyond the river shines bonfire night and begins to talk.
The will is not the will , life is like a river , and we share the shore,
Somewhere gypsy song sings , white boat sails along the Don .

Chorus:
A white boat on Don yes I swim
Oh, by the Don Don , ah yah , yah , yah

Violin cries , the song sounds
Black horse in a field flies
Tube lit up our chieftain ,
And over the river impenetrable fog.

Chorus .

The will is not the will , life is like a river , and we share the shore.

Chorus .