Партизан FM - Дрын
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ditties for a fight - some are used in this composition

You will play this to me
"Skobar" funny,
so that the belly does not hurt
I have a sinner. (Pskov).

You will play us this
To take the legs to jerk,
so that all Soplinos
They did not jump in front of us. (Ekaterinburg).

You cut, there are few
You cut it yet
-Skom is young
It is overgrown well. (Ural).

Kinzhal has a pen Ala,
The pen is curling like a snake
-I will give a big fight
-Tell, dagger me. (Ural).

Falling, harsh - did not freeze
Petrograd Neva ...
The knife was stuck, turned
-the head rolled. (Petersburg).

You are my faned Nagan
The whole city is a thunderstorm.
Because of you, my funny
I haven't run no times! (Ural).

Go to the middle
Ataman-head,
I'll start such a fight
-Sashum the green forest! (Permian).

I go out in a pure field
-Maddo I am whole.
Eh, earth, mother, mother,
Let me resist! (Pskov).

Ataman did not think for a row -
I laid all the wedge
And it is already torn in the middle,
Without waiting for the rest. (Ural).

Ataman is a gray hat
put on the road
Voshul knife from pocket
And he said: we will not run! (Tver).

We have no chieftain
-Taman will be me.
Atamanova girl
The age will be mine. (Pskov).

Let me beat me -
They will cut and put in a corner ...
Let the dear cry
My cold legs have. (Permian).

Finnish knife, Finnish knife,
Grinded toe.
Who wants to fight with me
-Itt to the coffin of the boards. (Pskov).

Vanka knocked on the holy
And they knocked out the left eye.
And now he is a scrap
"And to eat" no one will give. (Kostroma).

We wanted to beat us
On a high on the mountain.
Yes, not on those ran into
-We and sleep on an ax.

I didn't fight eight months
Fists rusted.
Just went out of the gate -
The lanterns were instructed.

A shot struck from a nagan
-What river went fog ...
Why did you hang your head,
Our cheerful chieftain.

Ah, don't go, don't drive
Ataman.
We had such a "comrade"
We stabbed him.

Oh, my comrade, Eagle,
What have you brought me to!
Brought to the forest of the dark
To the house of public ...

Someone is going, someone is going
Someone goes along the mountains ...
Yes, on lame, yes on a mare
These are our brackets.

Break, break down,
I want to break ...
And in truth, tell you
And I want to fight.

They wanted to beat us, they wanted
They were collected to cut.
And we ourselves, and we ourselves
He waited for him.

Atamanova grave,
Where is the birch white.
Ataman ruined
The bullet is smoky.

Our chieftain is young,
We will not give it out!
Seven in the grave of the driving
For him for one.

C-cinzhala ran blood,
dripped on a shirt.
I took me to the hospital
-Meter cried.

Ah, comrades, comrades ...
Comrades to run ...
I was left by comrades
Broken lie down.

And where are the knives sharpen
-We, let's go for a walk.
Or we will be chopped
Or we will kill someone.

Eh, I have a fucking naga,
And the brother has a new one.
If my Nagan will not go -
then a new brother will give me a new one.

Izgoroda cracked
-My comrade ran.
Do not hope for a comrade
hope for a dagger.

I was beaten pounded
Like a big Borov.
The whole village was overwhelmed
Oh, got great!

Split-explosive
My buoy is head.
Conditioned wounds -
They take me to the infirmary.

They wanted to manage me
And I did not think to run away.
Not such a imputation,
Eh, to respect the filthy.

The comrades did not run
And I won't run
-I have a grave dug,
beyond the river on the shore.

Come, guys, fight,
What is squinting to walk.
I come here alone,
And to beat me weakly.

Eh, dull of great height
Shouted: "Guys cut!"
But did not have time to turn around
A cut flew off the hand.

Skobari - guys are dexterous
Novgorod - Sweeter:
just went out of the gate
-They called the bricks.

At the chieftain of our
The knife is wider.
The knife is wider, more genuine
Ataman beating.

Eh, you are a product