Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Казачья песня

Warm wind flew in the field, walked, looked, and then
This wind flew in the window and he told me in a whisper:
"A lot of dark guys are already today.
We will come to chop all in a row shouting on the Turkic Nashchaya. "

And I put my death and gunpowder in my fifteen
I remove my head easily as if a hat with sunflower.
Do not rush with such a shower on the sabers in the field you are
It was left alone in the ratio to twelve.

So they can be seen in distant,
Black leader in animals will affect.
That you forgot on the river,
What is called free bear?!

Must be in battle
In my understanding of the children.

I sing to you in Russian,
But if you want, I can in Turkish!

solo

Come, guys, come on!
I am a naschaku all as if in your empty.
Peak is my loaf:
Who the mouth says - he will calm down once!

Khura-Khura-Khura-Khura Cork! *
I hear Turkish scallers sharp.
And won to that beautiful right now
In the head of the ladies sharpened iron!

solo

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Hura (Turkish.) - Hooray
Kork (Turkish.) - Fear