| Under the alder, the young esaul dozed off,
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| He bowed his head to a good saddle.
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| Don't wake up a Cossack
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| your honor,
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| In a dream he sees a house, a mother and a willow.
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| In a dream he sees a house, and grandfather's lampas, and darling brothers, saddled with a tyn,
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| Yes, my sister, a girl, hefty harmful,
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| From which the boy fled into the bushes.
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| And on the window there are platbands,
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| Walk and sing, villagers.
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| Black eyes in that window
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| Walk and sing, Cossack Don.
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| Do not wake up, ataman, the faithful captain,
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| He saved you from death in a dashing battle.
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| Yes, it will save a hundred times, probably
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| Don't wake up, ataman, you are your destiny
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| And on the window there are platbands,
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| Walk and sing, villagers.
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| Black eyes in that window
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| Walk and sing, Cossack Don.
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| Ivan bushes blazed with pink tea,
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| Yes, fog stretches from the mowed grasses.
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| Yesaul dozed off under the alder at rest,
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| Don't wake your friend, ataman.
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| And on the window there are platbands,
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| Walk and sing, villagers.
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| Black eyes in that window
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| Walk and sing, Cossack Don.
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| Black eyes in that window
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| Walk and sing, Cossack Don.
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| Walk and sing, Cossack Don. |