Текст песни станица Букановская 1990 - Меня ранили зимою, в самую бурь-погоду

I was wounded in the winter , in most storms , weather,
Rasproklyaty evil Teuton smashed my head .
Bolit , bolit my little head , bolit it is very painful .
Golovushku nothing nothing , nothing nothing of its perevyazati ,
I Pervyazhu its head silk , her handkerchief.
My handkerchief korotochek - golovushku it does not connect .
Not with anyone, no one to my home, no one with whom I prebezhati
I turn to his homeland with his clear sokolochkom ,
With its clear sokolochkom , with a kind with konechkom ,
My same conic not verbal - nothing he will not tell me ...