As in the river, under the bloody moon
As in the river, under the bloody moon
As in the river, under the bloody moon
Cossack went into battle.
CHORUS:
And you crows in the sky is not spinning,
And you before the deadline, Mother, do not grieve,
And you, the horse, remove my sheep
Faith-true I let this serve.
He fought Cossack, did not mince his head,
He fought Cossack, did not mince his head,
He fought Cossack, did not mince his head,
And I fell in amid a foreign land.
CHORUS: The same.
But God intervened, the wound is not deep,
But God intervened, the wound is not deep,
But God intervened, the wound is not deep,
Not ruined Cossack bullet.
CHORUS: The same.
So in the river last month floated a young,
So in the river last month floated a young,
So in the river last month floated a young,
Cossack returning our hero.
