Текст песни Есаул - Доля казака

Over Kuban yes over the field fog
Do not sorrow, you're our dad Ataman
Oh, this share of the Cossack
For Russia but for the priest-king.

Oh, ought not to be sad Cossack
You chase away the sadness and melancholy
Kohl Fatherland spirited times,
Foot in the stirrup, but at once a horse

Chorus:
Do not grieve for us Ataman
Above the river swirling mist
Chopped down all the cabbage,
For Russia - Russian land,
For the family, with the glorious Kuban.
 
After all, because Cossack and a Cossack
Let trembling adversary and enemy
He Fatherland in power any
Serve with Honor is always ready to fight

Chorus:
Do not grieve for us
Ataman swirling mist above the river
Chopped down all the cabbage,
For Russia - Russian land,
For the family, with the glorious Kuban.