Текст песни Рабоче-крестьянский Д.Ж.А.З - Дон-батюшка

Dragged track petaelechkoy
And he smelled a strange land breeze.
Gone grizzled sergeant
Fifty in the last campaign.

Chorus

Oh, Don! Oh sir!
You have to see off their sons!
Ah crude bit of land - Mother!
Well so early are you waiting for the Cossacks!

Oh, Don! Oh sir!
You have to see off their sons!
Ah crude bit of land - Mother!
Well so early are you waiting for the Cossacks!

He led us to the path razvilochke.
There is a foreign land, and here - to die.
And he said, grizzled sergeant;
Nick what we throw Russia!

Chorus.

Along the way the color separation
So sad clover blossoms.
And he, restless, it seems;
It is fifty farmsteads.