Olga Kysil

Great music @gaiuscoriolanus and @kapitan-denis The sheep video with the music was very relaxing.

The Russians stole this song from the Ukrainians! Can you believe it? How low can you get!


Another version of this song.


The rifleman bids farewell to his native land

The rifleman bid farewell to his dear family,
And rode off there on a distant road.
For his native land, for the rifleman’s tradition
Accepted battle as a personal struggle.

But the wind does sway the silken grass,
A young oak bends down so low,
Rustling it’s leaves… A slain rifleman there lays,
Beside him his horse is troubled.

Oh horse, my dear horse, don’t stand here beside me,
And don’t rake the ground with your hoof.
Run oh my horse, do tell my dear mother,
That I lie here in the woods, slain.

Let my father, and mother, and family and sister,
Let them not weep after me.
I lie in the woods, for my native land suffer,
A black crow already beside me does crow.

Not a few of the Kozaks for freedom did fall,
And none among them shall again stand.
Our Ukraine has been, our Ukraine is alive,
Our Ukraine once again will arise.


Different lyrics

<span>Saying goodbye to his native, He </span>
<span>went to a distant road. </span>
<span>For our native land, for the rifle’s custom, </span>
<span>We go to battle for our victory. </span>

<span>And the wind in the wilderness was more grass, the </span>
<span>oak bent green toward the bottom, the </span>
<span>leaves rustling, the shooter killed. </span>
<span>Above him, his grass roared. </span>

<span>”Oh, horse, my horse, do not stand by me, </span>
<span>I will fall into the field, run </span>
<span>my horse, tell my mother-in-law, </span>
<span>I’m lying in the steppe.” </span>

<span>They are the father and mother, and their sister sisters, </span>
<span>Let them not cry for me, </span>
<span>I’m lying in the wilderness for my idea, The </span>
<span>black currents are flooding at me.</span>