Дмитрий Авилов - Казацкая
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Bay out, the old Cossacks,
From how purely mechanically,
For centuries accumulated qualities
It goes into the right amount.
It roams new hormones
On the yeast of popular antiquity.
I'll take it - and from my "cremos"
I tossed the bar for three strings!

I’ll make a saber from the springs from the vast,
On the shirt of the TISNA KUMACHA -
And then to the house, to the native Don,
Putting the crosses, I will jump.

We are pride, we are the support of the nation!
We are back in the seventeenth year
The proclamations were chopped with checkers
On pillars in the Mikhailovsky garden!
Still afraid of the proletarians
And do not seem to the nose on the threshold,
If I go out drunk, but in the blow I ...
And I will go out, just give a deadline.

I’ll make a saber from the springs from the vast,
On the shirt of the TISNA KUMACHA -
And then to the house, to the native Don,
Putting the crosses, I will jump.

Jeans with general stripes,
Batnik with gazyrs on the chest -
So rose above the popular mass,
That you don’t come to me at all!
Now I have become a look at life differently:
If now the will in Rus',
Why don't I have a well done?!
So I had a bit and bit ...