Cossack


We went to war with the Don Cossack regiments,
One Cossack head tilted here.
Oh, one Cossack bored at home,
Horse mane occasion dropped.

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

Cossack shook his head, Curly,
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
We walked and walked, singing nightingale.
Feather, dear side,
Cossack ................... 1937