Текст песни Михаил Воскресенский - Не тужи о былом, Атаман

Cossack rides in the steppe, the grass slopes
Oh you freestyle slam quiet Don river
His chest in crosses a good horse under him
He rides alone, not in a hurry

Pr: Do not worry about the former chieftain
... About friends who disappeared in battle
... At high walls from deep wounds
... For freedom, for your faith

Served Cossack, faithfully
The borders of the country, the king-father
He defeated enemies in a dashing battle
Hardened steel damask in blood

Pr: Do not worry about the former chieftain
... About friends who disappeared in battle
... At high walls from deep wounds
... For freedom, for your faith

There is a turn to everything, do not take fate
Do we live in grief and sorrow
Who died in battle, glory to them and honor!
Don river flows, does not end

© Copyright: Mikhail Voskresensky, 2007