Текст песни Хор им. М.Е. Пятницкого - Поехал казак на чужбину

I Went Cossack in a foreign land far away,
In good on his black horse;

And he left their homeland forever,
He did not return to her parents' house.

A young woman at home Cossack
And the morning and evening looking north

And waiting, waiting for a midnight edge
When her beloved Cossack arrive.

Kazak and asked and begged, dying,
Sprinkle, sprinkle mound in the minds:

& Quot; And let mound native viburnum
Growing and painted in bright colors.

Let freestyle bird, sitting on viburnum,
Sometimes proschebechet that song for me,

What had once lived here in exile Cossack,
He remembered the sweet, native side ... & quot;