Текст и перевод песни Михаил Шуфутинский - Казачий Дон

Казачий Дон

Под ольхой задремал есаул молоденький
Приклонил голову к доброму седлу.
Не буди казака, Ваше благородие,
Он во сне видит дом, мамку да ветлу.
Не буди казака, Ваше благородие,
Он во сне видит дом, мамку да ветлу.
А на окне наличники, гуляй да пой станичники,
Черны глаза в окошке том, гуляй да пой казачий Дон.
Он во сне видит Дон да лампасы дедовы,
Да братьев баловней, оседлавших тын.
И сестрицу свою, девку дюже вредную,
От которой, мальцом, удирал в кусты.
И сестрицу свою, девку дюже вредную,
От которой, мальцом, удирал в кусты.
Не буди, атаман, есаула верного.
Он от смерти тебя спас в лихом бою,
Да еще сотню раз сбережет, наверное.
Ах, не буди, атаман, ты судьбу свою.
А на окне наличники, гуляй да пой станичники,
Черны глаза в окошке том, гуляй да пой казачий Дон.
Полыхнули кусты иван-чаем розовым,
И со скошенных трав тянется туман.
Задремал под ольхой есаул на роздыхе.
Не буди своего друга, атаман.
Задремал под ольхой есаул на роздыхе.
Не буди своего друга, атаман.
А на окне наличники, гуляй да пой станичники,
Черны глаза в окошке том, гуляй да пой, казачий Дон.

Cossack Don

A young esaul dozed off under the alder tree,
He laid his head upon the trusty saddle so sound.
Don't wake the Cossack, Your Excellency,
In his dreams, he sees his home, his mother, and the willow around.
Don't wake the Cossack, Your Excellency,
In his dreams, he sees his home, his mother, and the willow around.
And on the window, there are carved frames, sing and dance, villagers bold,
Black eyes peek from that window of old, sing and dance, Cossack Don of gold.
He sees in his dream the Don and his grandfather's stripes so fine,
And his mischievous brothers, atop the fence they climb.
And his sister, a girl quite contrary,
From whom, as a boy, he'd run and hide, oh so shy.
And his sister, a girl quite contrary,
From whom, as a boy, he'd run and hide, oh so shy.
Don't wake, Ataman, the esaul so true,
He saved you from death in a fierce battle anew,
And a hundred times more he'll protect you, it's true.
Ah, don't wake, Ataman, your own destiny too.
And on the window, there are carved frames, sing and dance, villagers bold,
Black eyes peek from that window of old, sing and dance, Cossack Don of gold.
The bushes ignite with rosebay willowherb's glow,
And from the mown grasses, a mist starts to flow.
The esaul slumbers under the alder, taking a rest,
Don't wake your friend, Ataman, it's best.
The esaul slumbers under the alder, taking a rest,
Don't wake your friend, Ataman, it's best.
And on the window, there are carved frames, sing and dance, villagers bold,
Black eyes peek from that window of old, sing and dance, Cossack Don of gold.