Singing: Oleg Dudukalenko
The long song of the Cossacks.
They sing it on the wires and upon the return of the Cossack from service.
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Oh yeah my dear yes
Oh, I won’t see, more, I, you.
Oh, I won’t see, I don’t hear voices,
Oh, yes, the sound on the dawn in the garden of the nightingale.
Oh yes, food, food across the open field,
Oh, my heart feels it in me.
Oh, my heart smells, it portends
Oh, don’t return to me, young man, home.
Oh, let’s fly a bullet, a lead bullet,
Oh, yes, she pierces my chest.
Oh, I fell, to my horse and to my neck,
Oh, I doused all my mane with blood.
Oh yeah my baby, yeah mommy
Oh, don’t be sadder about me.
Oh, don’t be sadder about me ...
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