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Song of the Cossack
Rasshumelsya feather,
Blue grass,
Blue grass-turquoise.
Oh, heroic true story
Not forgotten, is still alive,
Although long ago died down a storm.
people gathered
Atamanov finish,
Cossacks were reclining fear.
Cossack was a hike -
Machine gun to knock,
Helping partisans in battle.
She was blond,
Wheat in stubble,
Golden hair hat is.
She was reputed to be brave,
But in one of the fights
Her up off the ground did not have to.
Dug pit blades
In the vastness of the steppe,
Grave strewn grass.
In the cool of the river
Sleep, darling, go to sleep,
Our comrade, friend fighting.
Rasshumelsya feather,
Blue grass,
Blue grass-turquoise.
Oh, heroic true story
Not forgotten, is still alive,
Although long ago died down a storm.
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