Текст песни Казачья - Пыль из-под копыт

Cossacks rode home
Raskudryaviv forelock in the wind.
With them went the young captain,
Yes mother remembers her sister.
With them went the young captain,
Remembers his mother's sister yes

How did he chopped down enemies
Checkers his battle.
Konik crow beneath tired
Yes I walked with bowed head.
Konik crow beneath tired
Yes I walked with bowed head.

Oh, the dust from the hooves,
Feather grass gray oppression.
Oh, Cossack song to the house fly
To my mother to his native small window.
Oh, Cossack song to the house fly
To my mother to his native small window.

Bullets whistled in the distance,
Oh, this bitch war.
And suddenly the Cossack captain hit in the chest
Little one bullet.
And suddenly the Cossack captain hit in the chest
Little one bullet.

He put his arm around his neck a horse
Yes, one could only whisper.
You gallop home conic crow
I want to see my mother.
You gallop home conic crow
I want to see my mother.

And the dust from under the hooves,
Feather grass gray oppression.
A Cossack song to the house fly
To my mother to his native small window.

Reared sheep,
The wings at the feet rooted.
Hold on mate, that's really little farm
Glowing lights in the distance.
Hold on mate, that's really little farm
Glowing lights in the distance.

Yes Nurse sister
Yesaul carried into the house.
And his horse was unable to stand up
With crude native land.
And his horse was unable to stand up
With crude native land.

And the dust from under the hooves,
Feather grass gray oppression.
A Cossack song to the house fly
To my mother to his native small window.
A Cossack song to the house fly
To my mother to his native small window.