Song about Kochubei


In this village clicked cry
Vania Kochubei:
"Boys, turns black owl
Rodney steppes!
Equip the horse to the battle!
I fell hard year:
At home to Kuban
Shkuro himself is coming! "

It rose like a forest of thick,
Spikes and blades.
Kochubey leads to a fight
Formidable shelves!
For the happiness of the people
We went to the battle,
Dolyushku for free,
For freestyle Kuban!

military time to was,
A long tortuous path.
Poludonnye wind
Burned his chest.
Dawn was rising,
Fall again ...
Overturned in the sea
The boys of the enemy army.

But among green cornfields,
Amid native steppes
Rampant head cupped
Kochubey dad ...
For the happiness of the people
We went to the battle
Dolyushku for free,
For freestyle Kuban!

Where he fought Kochubei
Where he spent the storm,
Now visible in the steppes
Peace cart.
There are herds of horses,
And sheep - are not considered,
Grapes and Kavun -
All the collective farms there!

Hear, dad Kochubei
As ordinary people
In the Kuban to native
Happy lives?
For the happiness of the people
We went to the battle,
Dolyushku for free,
For freestyle Kuban! 1938