In the path-a path far


In a way, I'll track the far post,
Ripe apple falls on the color of the dawn.
Give me the falcon, goodbye saber
Together with the sharp peak saber given.

I'm on the tip peaks Tie handkerchief,
On your have a look at the blue eyes.
How to wave her handkerchief, I vsplaknu chutochek,
By Darren saber run tear.

Yearn turtledove in intoxicating Týn,
I will sum up to the gate planed horse
You get up in the stirrups, kiss his son,
In the green branches oboymesh me.

I'll sing a song, I straightened tresses
More than all loving falcons falcon.
Oh, yes to donation lance, but with a donation saber,
I take you by the entire village.

So fly you, falcon, all quickly so beautiful,
Beyond the Kuban, for the homeland distinguished himself in battle.
May you, my falcon, our goodbye
Wind blows after my song.