The former podaul went to fight,
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On the curse of the father and the silence of the brother -
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He replied: "So it is necessary, but you do not understand ..."
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He quietly hugged his wife and added: "So it is necessary!"
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He jumped on a horse, galloped half a verst
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But, as if rooted to the spot, he stood at the river backwater -
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And the river received orders and crosses,
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And covered the wave of golden shoulder straps.
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And the river received orders and crosses,
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And covered the wave of golden shoulder straps.
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The wind blew strongly, uplifted the water surface;
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The foliage rustled, nature started up.
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And the Cossack heard: "You are going to fight
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For people's power with their own people!"
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And the Cossack heard: "You are going to fight
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For people's power with their own people!"
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He shook his head and said a prayer,
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And he spurred the horse to the bone with annoyance!
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The horse shied away like hell from incense -
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From the backwater, where awards settled in the silt.
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Love, brothers, love, love, brothers, to live -
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You don't have to grieve with our ataman!
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Love, brothers, love, love, brothers, to live -
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You don't have to grieve with our ataman!
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And wore it on the native side,
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Where forests and fields have turned into footholds!
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The former podaul succeeded in that war,
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And he finished it at the post of Commander!
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Nature is wise, and the eyes of the Most High -
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He sees our every step on a thorny road!
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There comes a time when each of us
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At the last line, he remembers God!
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I also remembered the commander - and the curse of the Father,
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And as God's order by the river did not listen;
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When the shutter clicked and nine grams of lead
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They let his sinful soul go to trial...
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And the backwater, keeps everything in the depths of the order;
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And golden shoulder straps have grown into the shores!
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For years, for centuries; |
for all time -
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Unbroken memory of the Quiet Don.
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For years, for centuries; |
for all time -
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Unbroken memory of the Quiet Don!
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Love, brothers, love, love, brothers, to live -
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You don't have to grieve with our ataman!
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Love, brothers, love, love, brothers, to live -
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You don't have to grieve with our ataman! |