Текст песни Тихий Дон - Поехал казак

I went to the Cossack for a foreign land
On a good horse raven,
He left his crap forever ...
He does not return to the deceic house.
In vain the Cossack of his young
All morning and evening to the north looks.
Everything is waiting for she, waits - from the distant edge
When her cute Cossack soul arrives.
And there, behind the mountain where blizzards are going,
Winter frosts are cracked
Where they moved terrible and pines and fir,
Cossack bones under the snow lie.
Cossack, dying, asked and praying
Pulling the Kurgan to him big in the heads.
Push on Tom in the Kurgan Kalina Native
Grows and bangs in bright colors.
Ah, from the sea of ​​rainy yes from Azov
Ships on Don float.
Holds home
Ataman young.