Аксинья Донская - Казакам Верхнего Дона
текст песни

The rain bathed in dust
Summer thunderstorms have passed
And the fogs spread along the river
The smell of the Don freewomen
Above the gloomy Don River
The Cossacks pull a seine along the creek
The smell of the Don freewomen
Above the gloomy Don River
The Cossacks pull a seine along the creek
According to Don Don Don
I will swim and not drown
Quiet Don will help me get back on my feet
Hundreds of times he helped
I wrote poems about him
My native land is dear to me as in the old days
Hundreds of times he helped
I wrote poems about him
My native land is dear to me as in the old days
A kayak floats past
He calls the catfish Kwok
And the Cossack sings, purring into his nose
The wind stirs the chakan
A wave runs along the Don
The cry of the chapura invites you to mow
The wind stirs the chakan
A wave runs along the Don
The cry of the chapura invites you to mow
On Don Don Don
I'll go around the cape by boat
I’ll set up a net and catch sterlets
Our native epic land
We love you, you know
And when we arrive, you will greet us joyfully
Our native epic land
We love you, you know
And when we arrive, you will greet us joyfully
I'll untie the horse's supon
I will take the accordion in my hands
I’ll stretch the bellows and tune the frets
The song will fly like a bird
The Poe will ring over the Don
About the not easy Cossack life, dashing
The song will fly like a bird
The Poe will ring over the Don
About the not easy Cossack life, dashing
On Don Don Don
We know one truth
Don Cossack raised our faith
We love our Don region
Song fly, play accordion
And if necessary, defend the fatherland
We love our Don region
Song fly, play accordion
And if necessary, defend the fatherland

Stooping to the ground
The carpet is laid with feather grass
The color of immortelle weaves blue
The nightingales sang all around
And the frogs came to life
The silence is broken along the hollow
The nightingales sang all around
And the frogs came to life
The silence is broken along the hollow
According to Don Don Don
I will swim and not drown
Quiet Don will help me get back on my feet
Hundreds of times he helped
I wrote poems about him
My native land is dear to me as in the old days
Hundreds of times he helped
I wrote poems about him
My native land is dear to me as in the old days
My native land is dear to me as in the old days