Текст песни Геннадий Трофимов - Ковыль - Божия трава

In the steppe and the winds to roam,
Kites circling in the sky
Arrows whistle in the wild field,
Vostra sabers to ring

From right through the wounds
Head to the bottom.
White feather grass, red feather grass,
Feather grass is a deadly herb.
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The dashing Cossack share
There are darkness of roads in the open field.
And from a bullet, from bondage
The dear horse saved.

Do not grieve, beauty, in vain
Kohl gave my heart!
Black feather grass, red feather grass,
Removing tryn grass.
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The steppe and the sky crowned us
And Cossack blades.
Our kids were rocked
All steppe languages

Razgulyalos (s), don't complain,
Kiss me first!
Gray feather grass, gray feather grass,
You, feather grass, dope is grass.
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Ah, once we live and love
With a naughty bullet at the temple.
Steppe pigeon (s), steppe and destroy (s)
The steppe is the fate of the Cossack.

But beyond the free limits
Life goes on once again ...
White feather grass ... white feather grass ...
Feather grass - God's grass