Текст песни Юрий Щербаков - Конь боевой с походным вьюком

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A. Turoverov

Horse fighting with marching packs
The church laughs - waiting for someone.
The fence grandmother with her grandson crying,
Pullets near tears pouring.

And from the door of the Holy Temple
Kazak armored combat
He goes to the horse out of the church directly
With his father, among his relatives.

horse wife brings her husband,
Nephew delivers peak.
"Here - says father - listen
My speeches you in advance.

We have served the emperor,
Now your turn to serve.
Well, kiss the little wife Varya,
And God bless you.

But neither in the battle nor before the fight
You do not scold, do not scold;
Whether hrestyanin, and before the fight
Cross yourself you dawns.

I give you the dashing horse.
It was gifted to me.
He is your father's hoary
He carried the fire and out of the fire.

Horse fighting is most precious,
And you, my son, they are expensive,
And best of himself poploshe you eat,
A horse in the lobby of The contents of!

And here is the birth of the peak,
A friend of glory and victories,
And our sword fighting -
With it, I fought and fought his grandfather. "