Текст песни Филипп Киркоров - Сотник

From the bloody dew grass slopes,
From the red mist few drinks.
Cossacks fought to the death, and the battle is over.
Centurion looks at the sky, looking like a living.

Chorus:
Oh, you're a brave centurion, was a nice old man,
I know you're not used to doing half the job.
Now gray curls on the ground lay.
Looks centurion in the sky, do not look away.

Without you, I, the centurion, vaguely at heart.
Do not sit you, dear, to combat the saddle.
What palomino horse, his head drooped,
After all, half the battle Cossack used to do.

Chorus.

Although sorry to pain, no time to be sad,
Tosca before the fight - not a Cossack one.
Flew Bullet - That was the end battle.
Centurion looks at the sky, looking like a living.

Chorus.

Farewell, brother!
And Don steppe crying about you ...