Текст песни Юрий Щербаков - Трубочка

Volgograd region)

A Cossack walked from a service woman, a Cossack entered a tavern,
The Cossack sat down on a bench, lit tobacco.

Hello, servant brother! Do you smoke tobacco?
A pipe on business, ah let me smoke once.

What gilding with carvings around the edges
Wonderful job, sell us the pipe.

Oh no, brother, unchanging, the job is not mine,
The pipe is treasured, you cannot sell it.

When there was a battle under the formidable "menchug".
I'll grab the pipe, and I don't care about anything.

Here is our regiment rushing, it chops on the spot,
A shot rings out, and the commander falls.

And blood poured from the wound, I jumped off the horse.
It would be better if the busurman would kill me!

O happiness, village, I saw close up
He took it to the hut and stayed there himself.

What terrible torments our father endured,
He squeezed my hands tightly and told me to live long.

Thank you, benefactor and friend of my soul,
You will be the owner of my pipe.