Текст песни Песни военных лет - Черноглазая казачка

Word of Selvinsky
Music M. Blanter

Black-eyed Cossack
I savvy horse.
Silver with me asked,
Work inexpensive appreciating.
"What's your name, pullets?"
A pullet says:
"My name you hear
From under the stamping of the hoofs! "

I drove down the street,
On the way, he jumped.
On the path between the brown,
Between the gray between the rocks.
Masha, Dasha, Ira, Zina ...
Everything seemed not it!
"Kate, Kate" - cut out
I horseshoe horse.

And even then, step stoich food
Though galloping jump:
"Kate, Kate, Catherine ..." -
I whisper haunting.
What a muddle such
Well I have another!
But it Katya, like a song,
From the chest, brother, is not known.

Black-eyed Cossack
I savvy horse.
Silver with me asked,
Work inexpensive appreciating.
"What's your name, pullets?"
A pullet says:
"My name you hear
From under the stamping of the hoofs! "

1942