| Labeled with lead, I came from the war
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| I tied the horse, I sat down with my wife.
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| And at a speed the commissioner came for me,
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| He untied his horse and took his wife away.
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| Hey, hey, yes, my horse is a black one,
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| Hey, yes, a sawn-off steel,
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| Hey, yes thick fog,
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| Hey, ah, yes, father ataman.
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| The bullet, flying, hit me in the chest,
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| But I took refuge on a dashing horse,
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| The commissar got me with a sword,
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| Outgoing blood, I fell on a horse.
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| Hey, hey, yes, my horse is a black one,
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| Hey, yes, a sawn-off steel,
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| Hey, yes thick fog,
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| Hey, ah, yes, father ataman.
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| "Savior on Blood" took under his shirt,
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| Set fire to the hut and took out the sawn-off shotgun,
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| Live under the Soviets, betray your cross,
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| How many of us went into the woods like that.
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| Hey, hey, yes, my horse is a black one,
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| Hey, yes, a sawn-off steel,
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| Hey, yes thick fog,
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| Hey, ah, yes, father ataman.
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| Labeled with lead, I came from the war
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| I tied the horse, I sat down with my wife.
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| And at a speed the commissioner came for me,
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| He untied his horse and took his wife away.
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| Hey, hey, yes, my horse is a black one,
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| Hey, yes, a sawn-off steel,
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| Hey, yes thick fog,
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| Hey, ah, yes, father ataman. |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Атаман, artist - Александр Звинцов.