Текст песни В.Цыганова - Конь вороной

Don over the snow whirls like a fluff,
Snowflakes large fall in the water.
We have to choose one of two things:
Life or death, shame and freedoms.

Hey, Cossacks Saddle horses:
Hardly happy smile now,
But we'll see whose blood is red,
When our composite regiment will return to Rostov.

Do not dance, do not dance beneath me
You're my horse, sheep removed.
Soon there will be a host of other
You, you're my horse crow.

We are embracing the death of one,
And freeze the tears on her eyelashes.
And the dead leave in silence,
Not having time to pray to God

Ah, the Cossacks, where we retreat ?!
We have this fight in the heavens will be counted!
And Don pleasant to die:
Not for nothing "free" Don we called!

Do not dance, do not dance beneath me
You're my horse, sheep removed.
Soon there will be a host of other
You, you're my horse crow.

Do not dance, do not dance beneath me
You're my horse, sheep removed.
Soon there will be a host of other
You, you're my horse crow