Текст песни Братина - Не бил барабан перед смутным полком

Do not beat the drum before cocurrent regiment
when we buried leader
and the corpse is not a battle rifle fire
we are in the bowels of the earth opuschali

and a poor night in honor given
bayonets grave digging
we dimly in the mist moon shone
and smoky torches blazed

on it on the cover of the deceased coffin
lies in captivity plank
odёrnuv wide his cloak combat
he slept as warriors in the field

More svershёn was not fatal rite
as the hour has come Separation
and glory hit Cossack orderly
He has long been a harbinger of battle