Текст песни Владимир Мирза - Сотник

By a strange land
 Heavens Irtysh
 We walked a hundred of his
 Along the river leisurely
 We walked a hundred of his
 Along the river leisurely

 Blood is full of sunset
 Duma think
 Surrounded nomad us
 a dark darkness
 Surrounded nomad us
 a dark darkness

 Ringing blade crackling spears
 Stone bratka- Cossack
 Will my volyushka,
Yes Irtysh River
 Will my volyushka
 Yes Irtysh River

 As the noose tight
 I was thrown from his horse
 Oh, saber curve
 Plasanuli me
 Oh, saber curve
 Plasanuli me

 Hands confused me
 rawhide straps
 Tied to a pine tree
 Yes, I will kindle a fire
 Tied to a pine tree
 Yes, I will kindle a fire

 It stirs my horse
 Under stranger rider
 Tyatka bequeathed me
 Freestyle be Cossack
 Tyatka bequeathed me
 Freestyle be Cossack

 Tolley wolf run
 Tolley bird fly
 The captive tremble
 It is better to burn the proud
 The captive tremble
 It is better to burn the proud

 And in a strange land ...