mk5.45 - Казачья доля
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And the soul is ready to go
Freedom for the Cossack, horse and saber
You carry it like a bullet, my black one
Yes to my native land

The sun was setting
And over the river the red rays shone
Farmsteads froze in the evening darkness
Church bells ringing
They spread across the Don
Memory was stirred
Gray hair is not just due to age
Yes, there are troubles in life
I remembered that old Cossack
About heartache
About your Cossack share
How they beat the enemy
Columns of foreign dust
Screams of infidels and clanging of metal
How to throw yourself in foreign lands
Hot blood, wandering darling
And in my dreams I would be back before Easter
Don't run into a bullet
Yes, hug with relatives
Leave the war behind
My horse is already tired
Be patient, you bastard
I’m tired too, the sword is tired of chopping
Well then take it home
Home to my cutie wife

And the soul is ready to go
Freedom for the Cossack, horse and saber
You carry it like a bullet, my black one
Yes to my native land

Yes to my native land
If only I didn't meet trouble
You carry it, my dear
Rush like the wind
I'll hit the horse with my spurs
Tugged as if whining
The raven circles above me
No I'm not your prey
I'm not afraid of death
For me, death is bondage
The Cossack's fate is not easy
Either in war or in the field
What does a Cossack need?
Land, family and freedom
The soul is free to plow
The enemy will come, let's get the checkers
In battle not for rewards, for the common people
For freedom, if necessary
Old and young will go
Mother bless, son goes on a hike
And for faith and for brother
It was not in vain that the Cossack wore
And with the cross there is power
Remember the heroes, Orthodox land
Russian land

And the soul is ready to go
Freedom for the Cossack, horse and saber
You carry it like a bullet, my black one
Yes to my native land

And the soul is ready to go
Freedom for the Cossack, horse and saber
You carry it like a bullet, my black one
Yes to my native land