Cossack


We walked across the steppe Cossack regiments with Don,
One Cossack only head bowed.
Oh, one Cossack bored at home
Horse mane occasion dropped.

Oh, curls scattered in all directions.
About the house Dumka tormented him.
Oh, he looked into the distance blue steppe,
And that was not allowed to see anything.

Cossack shook his head Chubatov
He said to his companions wistfully:
"Oh, izbolelos heart young,
Oh, how I my friends, I want to go home "

Fly quickly Dorozhen'ka-road
Dispel Cossack Duma and longing.
Oh, reared his horse dashing
And whistled saber sharp gallop.

A shelf on the steppe with glory speakerphone
All went on and singing nightingale.
Feather, dear side,
Take from the red horsemen poklon.1935