Текст песни Гимн Всевеликого Войска Донского - Старые песни тяжёлого времени

Surged up, excited,
Orthodox Quiet Flows the Don,
And dutifully replied
On appeal of liberty it.

Greens native prairie,
Golden waves cornfields,
And with space glide,
The free call can be heard.

Don their children szyvaet
The Circle Sovereign Troop
Ataman chooses
Popularly soul.

Don their children szyvaet
In a bloody feast abusive,
Equipping the Red Army,
To give Russia the world.

Fighting fiercely time
In memory of their fathers and grandfathers,
Once again, the tribe was free
Revive the Don.

Hail, Don,
In our years in memory freestyle antiquities
In the hour of adversity the honor to freedom
Sludge thy sons!