Текст песни хор Горница - Конь мой вороной

At the dawn Cossack Konya poounted
Yes, he spoke sweets:
-Oh, you, horse, you, my crane,
Just the trouble you are over my head -2p.

You fly faster than wind in the field,
To the bullet caught us out.
The saber on the fly so as not broken,
And do not disturb (and) the heart of Cossack -2R.

On the grass is transparent dew
And Kuban in the spring is good.
Oh, you, horse, friend of my crane,
Just the trouble you are over my head -2p.

At the dawn Cossack Konya poounted
Yes, he spoke sweets:
- Oh, you, horse, you, my raven,
You break the trouble you over my head -3r.