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

There, a bullet whizzed by,

It struck me in the chest

I was saved on the steppe upon a spirited steed

But the commissar took me out with a sabre

I swayed to, and fell from the horse

CHORUS:

Hey, ho, yes my horse is a jet-black one!

Hey, and a sawed-off shotgun too

Hey, yes a thick fog!

Hey, ho, and Father Ataman,

Yes Father Ataman!

On a but one leg I came back from the war,

Tied up the horse, I sat with my wife

But an hour had not passed -

The commissar, he came,

He untied my horse, and took the wife.

Chorus x2

"The Savior" I took from the wall beneath my shirt,

I set the house afire, I got the sawed-off shotgun

To live under the Soviets -

Is to sell out your faith!

So many of us, we went into the woods...

Chorus