Вот пуля просвистела [Vot pulya prosvistela] [English translation]

A bullet whistled by me,

Struck me in the chest -

On a dashing steed I escaped to steppe.

But brutal Commissar reached me with his sword -

I lost my control and fell off the horse.

[Chorus:]

Hey, hoy! My dashing sable steed!

Hey, my shot-gun from steel!

Hey, my friend heavy mist!

Hey, hoy! And cossack squadron chief!

And cossack squadron chief!

On a single leg I came back from war,

Tied horse to a fence, sat with wife to score.

An hour hasn't passed -

Commissar came by,

He untied the horse, and he took my wife.

[Chorus] x2

Crucifix from wall I put under shirt,

Set the hut ablaze, dug shot-gun from dirt.

Living under brutes1

Means to sell your cross!

Many folks like me sought avenging loss.

[Chorus]

1. here: under Soviet regime.

• Artist:Chizh & Сo