Ой, при лужку, при лужке, При широком поле, При знакомом табуне Конь гулял на воле. При знакомом табуне Конь гулял на воле.
Ты, гуляй, гуляй, мой конь, Пока не споймаю, Как споймаю, зауздаю Шёлковой уздою.
Вот вспоймал казак коня, Зауздал уздою, Вдарил шпорами под бока, Конь летит стрелою.
Ты,лети, лети, мой конь, Лети не споткнися, Возле милого крыльца, Встань, остановися.
А милая не спала, Друга поджидала, Правой ручкой обняла, Дай поцеловала.
А на утро все село, Вся станица знала, Как казачка казака Крепко целовала. Oh, in the meadow, in the meadow, With a wide field, With the familiar herd The horse was walking in freedom. With the familiar herd The horse was walking in freedom.
You, walk, walk, my horse, While I do not catch, How to spoil, re-create Silk bridle.
Here the Cossack of the horse remembered, He bridled the bridle, He threw his spurs under his hips, The horse flies with an arrow.
You, fly, fly, my horse, Fly do not stumble, Near the nice porch, Get up, stop.
And the darling did not sleep, A friend was waiting, With her right hand she hugged me, Give me a kiss.
And in the morning everything sat down, All the village knew, Like a Cossack Cossack She kissed me.