Текст песни Волгоградская область - Конь боевой с походным вьюком

A horse with a combat pack
at the church rust wait
in the fence grandmother with a grandson cry
pullets bitter shed tears

And from the doors of the holy temple
Cossack in armor combat
go the Cossack himself to the horse straight
his family is around

Jean horse bring to her husband
pitch nephew
ah talk father listen
my speeches son in advance

We served all the people
now it's your turn to serve
so kiss father father mother
bless you god

I give the horse to you dashing
the horse was willing to have me
he is an old man less gray
wore into the fire yes of the fire

And you yourself eat little by little
Horse you keep in the hall
he is for you my son darling
always fit he is in trouble