М.Д.П. - Казачья
текст песни

Horseshoes are stomped, uncrumpled grass is crushed
The steppe and the distance smell of bitter wormwood...
You me, my love, in the quiet hour of sunset
She saw her out of the house, concealing her sadness.

I will forever remember the hut with the white cherry trees,
Where I restrained the horse's reins
How he shook a trembling, tanned hand,
And he went on a hike without uttering a word.

Don’t pinch your heart, let bitterness poison you,
A hundred were drawn into the steppe, on the right there were six...
Under the Cossack song, behind the Cossack glory
Horseshoes are stomping... Honey, I'm sorry!

Alexander Perfilyev, participant of the White movement and ROD