Текст песни Виталий Гасаев - Ехали казаки

The Cossacks rode, the Cossacks rode;
Dy went Kazakh? Ki, forelocks on lips.
Cossacks rode on the head pa? Groins
Dy nab'shke papakha through the Don to the Kuban.
Cheekbones do not shave between-teeth coals
Leia winds up on her knees - "Nno!" Eh.
Horse griy dy from blood? pa?
The fat swam from the sink into ulcers and pus.
Good, horse, what came out? from the raid
Seared pores? Home stinky rainfall.
Only shtb there for good our life? ka?
Don’t chop the shashik - the machine gun will shut down.
Kbni-you-konyaegi, rifles between the ears.
The gray cuckoo? Perched Horseshoe.
In the steppe mounds, so on the mound eat? Shany
Dy on Yemshan "Tatars" and wring feather grass.
Gaida-Gaida-Gaida-Gaida - dalaraida guy
Gaidayara Gaidadyda Gai da Lara (whistle)
In the steppe, mounds, so on the mound eat? Shans,
Dy on emshan "Tataryk" yes siva koo? Vyl.
The cavalry pbdboksivala right on the road,
Intelligence scattered over two miles.
Oxen that camel
Wheat snows, bales of canvas.
From the cages beefy geese were plucked.
Bugaysky moo, pig grunt.
Clings the bunchuk podatamaniha Maroussia
In the Nikolaev overcoat with bubbles of trousers.
Harmonics played the "Bullseye", "Maruhu",
Bells, wood grouses, tongue on an arc.
The tapes danced with a pair of spirits
Sweat, shag, whistle - aege ...
And in the middle, danced by a flock
Zaernitsky bandits from the best shit,
The father himself drives Ulyalaev
On a black car darma.
Ulyalaev bouv such:
Dirka in fagot Thai in the ear of Serg.
Zrod ne ne bacheno such a person,
Yak that Old Man Ulyalaev Serga.
And after him a crow - a rainbow suit:
Night casting bronze and ore:
Grandfather is Arab, father is Eagle, and the womb itself
From the sixth book of noble families.
And after him to the gimmick music:
Violin, tambourine, accordion and piano,
And behind them on the tachanka the ass "Kuzka",
The first gang of liquid and liar.
And behind it - a ton. Weeds, herds,
Kitchen, well-equipped tents. Chipped
Thumbelina, wolf riots,
Wheelbarrows with machine guns, a charging box.
Cossacks rode that rode buzuki,
Dae swung - stagnant on ice
Kopytska pechatnya, green mud,
Yushka knows that moonshine spirit.
The villages went round, they drove into the farm,
In farmsteads, you are welcome,
Atamanu and Esaul are steamed and fried,
Cossacks porridge, borscht, piglets.
Which horse has a bump
An ulcer, a lick, otherwise a mokret,
Farmers replaced dry and fresh,
They stuffed with vitriol, as long as it got stronger.
The gang rode along the birch;
An advanced thug rattled into the tambourine.
And next to the chieftain, he squinted like a hare,
Under the gallop was the reprimand of the leaders.
Maruska certainly pulled on Tsaritsyn
(There, her lover was lying around - she would have been with him.)
Dylda was against: the city does not scam.
Prince Kutuz-Mamashev: wait until spring.
Maruska pulled: "Is this really life?
What are we here? Thieves, pooh!
And there we are the peasant movement, anarchism,
Let's go down in history - that’s not a pound for you. "
"Tooth" pushed his Apache beret.
He dreamed of a city as of a Dzhiokonda:
Slam - steal - bond - bond -
Slush-stibri-spur-stole1.
Yield, a brilliant young dash?
Not older than 19 years,
He had a Turkish gun on his belt
In conscience, a dozen strangled militias,
Yield, reckless, slaughtered, bitter,
In a pasted mustache, according to Ulyalaev, "tenny",
Winter and summer wearing on the crown of the head
With the tail of the bottom of the watermelon rind,
Dylda was against: "Tuta is a raven-friend,
Until the devil mothers, carts, mares.
A little in vain