Cossacks, Kolot - Крук

No tearing
A black raven circles over the steppe
He seems to know my fate.
He soars into
The sky, then dives down and croaks
A Cossack horse trembles beneath the rider, dust blankets the path in the wind
Beyond the
Kurgan the sun sets, ahead is
A hostile horde
Hey raven, fly high, do not touch him raven
Better spread your own wings and fly
Until the horizon clears
Raven-raven, black wing, raven-raven
Drive away evil
Still for a time, my horse still runs the
Cossack heart still burns
Raven-raven, circling in the sky
Raven-raven, steppe
When the final moment comes, you will
Circle over me
Over me you will be
Cold steel whistled, sorrow rolled
Across the field.
A black raven flies
Over the field.
Looking for who lies in the field
Raven, fly high above his body
You, raven, do not touch him.
It has not come.
The final hour is not yet here, in his hand is his sister saber
Raven-raven, black wing.
Raven-raven
The steppe has gone quiet.
It is not yet time
The pipe still smokes, the
Cossack glory
Still thunders.
Raven-raven, fly into
The sky
Raven-raven, bypass me, it is not yet
Time for me to lie in the ground, death
Is still far away
When my horse falls in the grass, when
The battle songs fall silent, you come
Down to me, my raven, but do not call me
For you are my friend
Raven-raven, black wing.
Raven-raven
The time has not come, it is not yet evening
My horse is still running, the cossack
Heart is still burning
Raven-raven, circle in the sky
Raven-raven, do not cut my fate
When the final moment comes, you will
Circle over me