Текст песни Живосил Лютий - Козацька

They were covered with piles of fog
Throughout the centuries of agony ...
Gay! Atamani ladies were going
And to lead the Cossacks to battle.

Tomorrow the battle, you need to go -
A black horde flew.
Oh, don't cry for me, old mother,
And don't cry, young girl.

Refrain:
The Sabers have not been damaged yet,
The powder did not crumble!
Hey brethren, saddle horse!
Gay! - Blood will hit the temple!
Gay! There is a thud and sound on the ground.
Hey, kind of cranberry!
Hey, crimson flag!
Gay! Mr Vice-President,
Lift the bun.

At dawn they rushed to battle,
Everyone felt heartburn.
Oh! Broken Burmese attire,
The Cossacks broke the will of the Janissaries.

Let the Teutons and the Muscovites tremble,
Port and Commonwealth Hut,
And the proponents - because they will all be beaten,
Who is waging war on Russia and Sich.

Refrain.