Cossack cavalry


My horse buckskin,
Ride quickly clearing,
Young Cossack waits.
The window is open,
Quickly hit the hoof:
Cossack will meet us at the gate.

And the battle begins -
And my margin will rise up,
We will reflect any attack.
I'm in bad weather
Go to fire and water,
Comrade, because I'm not old!

Mustache shave -
Again pomolodeyu,
I cry and click combat:
"E-gay, on horses,
Chase your enemies,
For the will, for the Motherland - a fight! "

And the fight was over,
With the war forever'll kill -
Pour the song on the hills,
And I'm in the parade
Fly to his joy,
We're going, we're going home.

Give up the house,
Yes to native Don -
Sad Cossack at the gate.
I am young
Yes sweet kiss
In calling cherry red rot.1937