Текст песни A-project О.Чернявський - Їхали козаки

Cossacks rode, and by milky way
Salt was being transported from Melitopol to Crimea.
Cossacks were barking on dogs,
On the whiskers mustache, on the boots dust.
Gay! Gay! Gay! He drank on his boots.
                             
Cossacks rode, went into the ham
Drank on a glass and all to girls
Dancing for a long time "Modern-Toking", "Blues"
Suddenly someone stole a piece of paper from Nicholas.
                         
The guys Melitopol is not Bugurda,
There are jokes here that there is one problem.
Do not touch the horses, do not hide the salt,
You still need to go home on foot.
Gay! Gay! Gay! Going home all over.
                    
They weren't afraid of coolies, they weren't afraid of checkers,
They ate a good fat, and they shouted: “Hey! »
They fell on the vodka, they sang the song,
They drank salt, and drank horses.
Gay! Gay! Gay! - They drank their horses too.
                      
In the ham Sashko works as a musician,
He plays at Yamaha, writes the songs himself,
He knows very well those Cossacks
She remembers with horror how they were.
Gay! Gay! Hey! how they drank.
              
Cossacks rode, and by milky way
Salt was being transported from Melitopol to Crimea.
Cossacks were barking on dogs,
On the whiskers mustache, on the boots dust.
Gay! Gay! Gay! He drank on his boots.

O. Chernyavsky Phaeton 1986.