Текст песни Николай Емелин - За чубы казацкие

The steppe didn’t see how we drove lyakh
Generous gifts were taken from Ottoman.

For forelocks Cossack, head on the chopping block.
For the forelocks Cossack, make bonfires.

For a letter to the Turkish Sultan.
For a true letter to the Russian Tsar.
And forever be the glory of Sirko the chieftain.
I’ll sing you brothers, yes I’ll light a cradle.
And forever be the glory of Sirko the chieftain.
I’ll sing you brothers, yes I’ll light a cradle.

Wei, wei, wei wind, fan the weeds.
Ah yes, dare in the wild field of Sirko Ataman.

Soon the night is Varangian and the moon will be filled.
Sleep my good quietly I will leave.
Constructs the ataman of our brothers to Khortytsya.
That would again out of trouble defeat the misfortune.
Constructs the ataman of our brothers to Khortytsya.
That would again out of trouble defeat the misfortune.

Wei, wei, wei wind, fan the weeds.
Famously dare in the wild field of Sirko Ataman.