Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Казачья

The warm wind flew in the field, walked, looked, and then
this wind flew into the windows and he told me in a whisper:
"There are a lot of dark-skinned guys already tonight
they will come to us to cut everyone in a row, shouting in the Turkic dialect. "

And at fifteen I smelled death and gunpowder,
I take off my head easily, like a hat from a sunflower.
Do not risk fighting with such children on sabers in the field,
there was also one in the ratio of twelve.

You can see them in the distance,
the black leader grins like an animal.
What have you forgotten on the river
what is called a free Bear ?!

You must cover yourself in battle
in my childish mind.
I sing to you in Russian,
but if you want, I can speak Turkish!

Come on guys, come on!
I'm all unbuttoned as if in an underwear.
Pica is my loaf:
whoever opens his mouth - he will calm down at once!

"Hura-hura-hura-hura kork!" *
I hear harsh Turkish exclamations.
And that beautiful one right now
I'll give you a sharpened piece of iron!

* hura (Turkish) - hurray, kork (Turkish) - be afraid