Kuban Cossack Choir - When We Were at War

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Dedicate to the Day of Memory and Sorrow in Russia, the date of beginning of the Great Patriotic War (21 june 1941 - 9 may 1945)

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