Текст песни Вика Циганова - Атаман

A night on the Terek high
Stars of the big-reach.
As the stones are tsokaya- horses
The time is right to die.
The time is right, krepkaya- faith
Dying Cossack not for nothing!
Will freestyle, bullet marks,
God is with us, yes Native land!

Do not worry for us, chieftain!
Terek lay on the white mist.
For we are waiting for the fog, Ataman
Death merry, cross, let the weeds!

But Terek is night over the dark
Crying rain, howling in a voice trouble.
Death reeling stray,
Under the hooves of blood and water.
Under the hooves of blood Russia,
Horses get stuck, but still go.
Hey, Cossack path to heaven is not close,
But in heaven we will wait with you!

Chorus.

And over the Terek night worrying
Candles placed all the saints!
Oh, a Cossack, no retreat is necessary,
So you die young!
So you die near Terek
Without waiting for the final star.
Where bent oak near the shore,
And roots touched the water.

Chorus.