Текст песни Хор - Течёт речка по песочку

The river flows through the sand, sharpens the shore
A young Cossack, a young Cossack Ataman asks. (2p)
 
Let go ataman, let him go home
Know, miss you, know, tormented My dear Maroussia. (2p)

I would let you go for a long time
You drink cold water - Forget about love. (2p)

I drank water, drank cold, drank - did not get drunk.
He loved a black-browed girl, He enjoyed with her. (2p)

Here they are leading his horse, the horse bends its head.
A young, black-browed Cossack is buried. (2p)