When we were at war
When we were at war
When we were at war
There everyone used to think about their
Beloveds or about their wives
There everyone used to think about their
Beloveds or about their wives
And I could certainly think
And I could certainly think
About the times when I looked at a pipe
In her blue smoke
About the times when I looked at a pipe
In her blue smoke
Like when she lied to me sometimes
Like when she lied to me sometimes
But the his girl’s heart gave love
to someone else for a long time
But the his girl’s heart gave love
to someone else for a long time
But I didn’t think about them at all,
But I didn’t think about them at all,
I just smoked a pipe
with bitter Turkish tobacco,
I just smoked a pipe
with bitter Turkish tobacco,
I just shoot bullets faithfully
I just shoot bullets faithfully
hoping to appease my pain
and to set a limit to our hostility
hoping to appease my pain
and to set a limit to our hostility
When we will be at war,
When we will be at war,
to meet the bullets flying
on our black horse
to meet the bullets flying
on our black horse
But it looks like death it’s not for me
But it looks like death it’s not for me
and my black horse
carries me away from the fire again
and my black horse
carries me away from the fire again
….
….
Famous Cossack folk song from famous Kuban Cossack Choir, my Earthling friends. 🙂 I didn’t translate, I copied and paste it from a link in here. If there is a mistake in translate, I will check and translate in a couple days, but it seems to me right now, of course this may be an effect of vodka:) Right now, every words seem good for me, haha! Briefly, the song says, “the war it is not for me”. Good point! Any war it is not good for me too!
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