Текст песни Игорь Растеряев - Казачье детство

A warm breeze in the field flew, walked, looked, and then
This wind flew in the window and told me in a whisper -
A lot of dark-skinned guys already tonight
We were coming to cut everybody, shouting in Turkish dialect.
And I'm in my 15 godkov smelled of death and gunpowder.
Head rented easily like a hat with a sunflower.
Do not take risks with the kids saber in the match for you ..
It was - and one out in relation to the 12.
That's really seen them in the distance, the black leader of an animal scheritsya.
What have you forgotten the river is called the Free Dipper?
Should you cover yourself in a fight on my understanding child.
I'll sing in Russian, but if you want - can in Turkish.
Come on, guys, come on! I'm on all the plowing, though in ispodnitse.
Pick - this is my loaf, who razyavit mouth - one in time to calm down.
"Kura-kura-kura-kura-core!" - I hear the cries of the Turkish sharp.
And there's that beautiful right now in the head give a sharpened piece of iron ...