Текст песни Хор уральских казаков - Вот на пути село большое

Here on the way the village is large

(Russian folk song)

Here on the way the village is large,
Where the yamper looked mine
He was hampered by the regulatory,
And slowly he sang.

"Your beauty buried me,
Now I picked the white light.
Tell me why he was kept
Kohl I do not nice your soul!

For me, horses will burn,
Severe, poor, with me.
They will no longer rush
Along the road pole.

Not a short song
For a short trick.
Soon, soon under the ground
Skare the body of the yammer. "