Текст песни Братина - Вечер поздний, непогода

Late evening, weather,
The gorge, among the rocks,
The wind flew cold,
There was a snow half.

There, on the river bank hilly,
Path-Dorozhen'ka lay down,
In the hilly, stony
Meanders flowed.

That drove the track
In the amendment the Cossacks;
Burki black flashed
And gleamed bashlychki.

Suddenly I caught up with the order of the Cossack,
He caught up and passed,
To Morozov hundred again
In Shesht sapper Regiment gathered.

We have gathered before dawn,
Not passed the darkness of night,
I met with affectionate greetings
Our Colonel Malam.

He congratulated us on the war
And once, for Arpaçay
I went over him
All of our regiment in the Turkish territory.
Turks slept at ease,
They did not dream about the war,
And woke up and uznali-
In captivity.

General ours, glorious Diev
With their weapons posymal,
Malama as their villains,
Like sheep captured drove.