Текст песни Центральный Гастроном - Будённый

Budyonny

On the scorched steppe
Yes along the high feather grass
Semyon Mikhailovich Budyonny
Rode on a red mare

He was wearing a leather jacket
He was wearing a plush pants
He sang the folk song "Murka"
Yes with a tear in my eye

And in the line where this Murka
I was already killed
His jacket was wet
The mare sobbed