Текст песни Бостриков М. - Я пришел дать вам волю

I came to give you free rein:
Saber in hand, but the wind in the field.
And in the night the lights play - stars and a bonfire.
I came to give you free rein:
A piece of bread sprinkled with salt.
And in Moscow they already shouted that I was a thief and a thief.

I came to give you free rein.
Will we endure it until?
And the plows run along the river, leaving no trace.
I came to give you free rein:
Everyone will measure out the share.
You are all the king of a servant: everything is there, only there is no will.

I came to give you free rein:
Stop being erratic boob.
Isn't it for you to use sabers to ask an answer?
I have come to give you freedom;
And weapons, but even drecolie.
Get ready to hunt people - there is no extradition from the Don!

Remember how you went camping?
For zipuns, they lived freely there.
The Persian woman and that one into the water, the strug from strife is empty.
I came to give you freedom
With his good-natured role.
To hell with all the priests and the church, the bush is crowned with rakits.

I came to give you free rein.
In the wild field, let us have freedom.
Cossacks, we, not king's sheep, have been free for hundreds of years.
I came to give you free rein.
We are at battle, like at a feast.
Raging people are gathering - there is no extradition from the Don!