Текст песни Александр Маточкин - Под ракитою зелёной русский голову сложил

Under a willow green
Russian head cupped
it is not the same it folded
German felled Checkers

Dripping blood from a fresh wound
trampled on the sand
These winds over black crows
scenting tidbit

You do not veysya black crows
over my head
You production will not wait
I'm still alive cossack
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You fly ka black crows
to my dear Lyubushka
You say it is free
I married another

He took a large dowry
a lot of woods and meadows
derevnyushka small
a Polish town

He took a modest bride tihu
in an open field under a bush
obvenchalna was the matchmaker
saber my eyes open