Текст песни во широком поле - Минус

Cossack sat on a horse
fell off the horse
and on that valley a raven spilled
In a wide field,
The evil side
Seeing off Fields
Husband to the war.

And, throwing off the knapsack,
He hugged his wife:
"I'm going for you
Fight for war.
For grandfathers, for huts
Yes for the native land,
For small children
Yes, a loaf of bread.

Oh, you are heavy, share,
Pouring blood at the front
Forgive Fields,
Will we meet again?
If there is luck
I'll come back alive
Well, no, then be me
Forever young. "

On a track-thread
The wind has blown
And on that gate
The black raven sat down.
This day happened
Many years ago,
Hid behind the churchyard
Young soldier.

This day happened
Many years ago...
Yes did not return
Still a soldier.