Vot pulya prosvistela, w grud popala mnje,
Spasja ya stepi na lichom kanje.
No shashkayo minya komissar dostal,
Pokaschnulsja ya I s konya upal.
Ey, oy, da kon moy voronoy!
Ey, da obrez stalnoy!
Ey, da gustoy tuman!
Ey, oy, da batska-ataman, da batska-ataman!
Na odnoy nageya prishol svany,
Privjazal kanya, sel ya o scheny,
No chasu ne proshlo komissar prishol,
Otvyazal kanya I scheno ovel.
Ey, oy, da kon moy voronoy!
Ey, da obrez stalnoy!
Ey, da gustoy tuman!
Ey, oy, da batska-ataman, da batska-ataman!
Spasa so steny pod rubachu snjal
Chatu podpalil, da obrez dostal.
Pri Sovetah zhit - torgovat, svoj krest,
Skolko nas takih uhodilo v les.
Ey, oy, da kon moy voronoy!
Ey, da obrez stalnoy!
Ey, da gustoy tuman!
Ey, oy, da batska-ataman, da batska-ataman!
Writer(s): Polkageist
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