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Don Cossack regiment is marching through a steppe
A Cossack lowered his head in despair
Oh, he was missing his home
The rein was dropped onto the horse's mane
Oh, he was missing his home
The rein was dropped onto the horse's mane
Oh, his fleece hat was messy
Home sickness is killing him
Ah! He looks blank into the steppe
Even though there is nothing to see
Ah! He looks blank into the steppe
Even though there is nothing to see
The Cossack shook his head
And say sadly to his comrades
Oh!
My
heart
bleeds
How
I
wish
to
be
at
home
now
Oh!
My
heart
bleeds
How
I
wish
to
be
at
home
now
Flying past the road
Rid of the feeling of depression
Ah! Riding the horse at full speed
Whistling with his sword high in the charge!
Ah! Riding the horse at full speed
Whistling with his sword high in the charge!
The glorious army is in the steppe hand
All walking and singing like the nightingale
Kovyl'na, my homeland
Take a bow from the red Cossack!
Kovyl'na, my homeland
Take a bow from the red Cossack!
Kovyl'na, my homeland
Take a bow from the red Cossack!