Олеся Бушмакина - Во поле большом - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

In the field big, sleeps the Cossack Don. The cross is native on the chest, lighting the moon. Near his horse, oh yes Voronene. Sleep hugging his Cossack, pale hand. To dream of a house, yes face. And above Don, over the river songs in the distance flood. Snow-white table, tablecloth covers. In the head of the table dashing, Ataman is sitting. His frowning look, he drinks bitter. At the top raised for the Cossack, chasing the ring. He sang a mother of Luli-Luli! When in the field where he fell, were cranes.