Текст песни missis Garrison - Из черного сукна соткан кофтан

Boyarsky terror is gaining momentum
Smothers desire for freedom
Zemsky Sobor secures poll horonyaka
rebel who is not arise - for the count

Slush on the street - Ilya goromoverzhets angry
Worked corvee , dues Give cattle
What the dog comes to sandals
and do something without a beard , I see from the barber nadys

of black cloth woven koftan
it is woven from the wool of sheep