Текст песни Белый День - Есаул

The Cossacks drove home,
Curling his forelock in the wind.
With them the Esaul rode young,
I remembered about mother's sister.
With them the Esaul rode young,
I remembered about mother's sister.

How many enemies did he chop
With his battle sword.
Konik black under him got tired
Yes, with a drooping head.
Konik black under him got tired
Yes, with a drooping head.

And the dust from under the hooves
The gray feather grass bends.
And the Cossack song will fly to the house
To my mother at her own window.
And the Cossack song will fly to the house
To my mother at her own window.

Bullets whistled in the distance
Oh, this bitch war.
And suddenly I hit the esaulu in the chest
One small bullet.
And suddenly I hit the esaulu in the chest
One small bullet.

He hugged the horse by the neck,
I could only whisper one thing.
You ride home a black horse,
I want to see my mother.
You ride home a black horse,
I want to see my mother.

And the dust from under the hooves
The gray feather grass bends.
And the Cossack song will fly to the house
To my mother at her own window.

Reared as a crow
The wings have grown to the feet.
Be patient, brother, that's a little farm
Glows with lights in the distance.
Be patient, brother, that's a little farm
Glows with lights in the distance.

Mother and sister
Esaul was taken to the house.
And his skate could no longer get up
From the raw native land.
And his skate could no longer get up
From the raw native land.

And the dust from under the hooves
The gray feather grass bends.
And the Cossack song will fly to the house
To my mother at her own window.
And the Cossack song will fly to the house
To my mother at her own window.