gnanigrad, the faithful one is not afraid, the faithful one knows that he is a kazakh, the faithful onenows that he is a face, he knows that he will fight for his own to the death, he fought, a cossack, an experienced one, trumpet rest, for the pile of glad land you don’t feel sorry for your belly, let the bullet not spare you, she climbed right into my soul, as if she had stripped her naked, gave her a drink of marsh, kissed her dearly, and left her to die. pure little pole, shed blood, tired brothers, fight, a feather was flying, they slept deeply, and at home the lady is waiting. everything, brother, has been won, i’m like a stone off your shoulders, 10 thousand have fallen here. there's nowhere for you to lie down, you're on your way home you know, so faithful, hurry up, i’ll probably stay here, i have gunpowder, i’ll shoot back somehow, but you take care, the fog... floated like a field over the river, held my breath a little, a quick crow, no fire, no hail, the faithful are not afraid, the faithful know that he is a cossack, the faithful know that he is dashing, he knows that he w