Текст песни Людмила Кононова - Было их с урядником тринадцать

Nikolai Turoverov

It was their sergeant with thirteen
Beardless young Cossacks.
The regiment left. Where now to go
Amid the icy shores ?
Freeze people , the horses also get cool ,
It emanates from the depths of the sea of death ...
But Lord whispered in the ear of the Son :
What do you see, My Merciful Son ?
The son then stretched over them robe ,
And under riza snow-white fur,
And the thick of all the larger down
He spun over siding snow.
The wind had dropped . Breathed peace.
And , trust, blue snow,
All patrol got equestrian formation,
Without loss to the heavenly shores.