Группировка Свердловск - Любо, братцы, любо
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As they rode to the Black Erek, to the high bank
Forty thousand Cossacks rode, horses upon horses
And the bank was covered and covered
With hundreds of tortured, mangled men

It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to worry!
It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to worry!

And the first bullet, the first bullet
And the first bullet hit the horse
And the second bullet, and the second bullet
And the second bullet wounded me in the heart

It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to worry!
It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to worry!

The ataman will find out who's missing
The squadron will be replenished and they'll forget about me
I only feel sorry for my freedom and the wide open field
The hot sun and my faithful steed

It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to grieve!
It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to grieve!
It's a pleasure, brothers, it's a pleasure! It's a pleasure, brothers, to live!
With our ataman, there's no need to grieve!