Текст песни Геннадий Трофимов - Ковыль-божия трава

Soundtrack to the film "Cossack Byl" Nikolay Gusarov

Over the steppe the wind prowls
In the sky the crows are screaming
In the wild field arrows whistle,
Sharp sabers are ringing.
From right through the wounds
The head goes to the valley
Feather grass is white, feather grass is red
Removing tryn grass

My Cossack share
There are a hundred roads in a wild field.
From dagger and bondage
He saved the buck horse.
Disobedient Cossack temper-
Free will divination.
Feather grass-white, feather grass black
Like a robbery fate.

Do not be afraid of the enemy and the chopping block,
Kill it with a whip.
Do not lose, Cossack hats,
And his little head.
Do not grieve, beauty in vain
Kohl gave my heart.
Feather grass black, feather grass red
Feather grass-white grass

The steppe and the sky crowned us
Yes, Cossack blades.
Our kids were rocked
All steppe languages.
Don't complain about me, beauty
Kiss me first.
Feather grass-gray, feather-grass-gray
Our feather grass-sorcerer-grass.

We live and love for a break.
With a naughty bullet at the temple.
Steppe doves, steppe and ruins
Soul, heart of a Cossack.
But beyond the limits of a daring head!
Feather grass-white, feather grass-white
Feather grass is God's grass.