Казачьи песни - Пришла война - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The song on the field of tanks was rumbled on the motive and, in many ways he repeated the mining song about the young Konogon - ... and the young Konogon carry with a broken head ...

What, in turn, the recovery of the original song about the battle of the Cossacks with Kokondants during the conquest of Central Asia:

In the steppes are wide, under Ikan,

We were surrounded by a cocoon evil,

And three days with bass

We had a bloody fight.

We lay down ... whisters bullets

And the kernels tear us into pieces

But we did not blink the eye, -

We stood ... We are the Cossacks.

And death rushed, we have lowered;

The hero was dying the Cossack,

About captivity we didn't want to hear

And as the grass mowed us the enemy.

We held three days, two nights,

Two nights Dolgia, as a year,

In the blood and not flattery.

Then we rushed forward ...

We retired; He is behind us

Crowds thousandth walked

And our path asked the bodies,

And blood stream on the snow dollars.

Our brothers were crowned around

Kokanese leather with them

And Basurman Curse

In the next one with a bullet, I sent ...

The swine pierced was lying

Our heroes are here and there,

And snow with contempt threw

Handfuls in the face of your enemies ...

And decapitated body

Cut the enemy in small pieces ...

But we did not flour ... we boldly

Everyone was waiting for death like Cossacks.

And removing the head of the hero,

The villain to the saddle knit her

To boast after the fight,

How he fought with lying ...

But in the steppe Dali flashed

Native Russian bayonies

And all the goodness sighed,

Cossacks crossed ...

Then brother looked at the brother,

And it became sad: - There are no many ...

And all of them from the Supostat,

And there is a bloody trail ...

And followed by this coming,

Enemy corpses of frozen torque ...

But our heads weching,

His own he crumbly ...

And dead long caravan,

We after they told so

Having gratifying the slaughter under Ikan,

Went as a gift to Khan enemy ...

And we collect the bodies of heroes,

The grave was pulled out and in it

For peace, eternal rest

Buried all the warriors ...

And Mar poured over them -

Let the eyelids stand stand

And loud with the winds steppe

About our glory says.

Let him say like under Ikan

We were surrounded by a cocoon evil,

And as we fought with bass

For the glory of the Motherland of the Holy ...