Мой конь [Moy kon'] [English translation]

We were going back from the Crimea

Around us smoke and fire were

I was on stern and all time I missed

And hit in my own horse

It was swimming with pain

Astern

It could believe, could believe

That had to say me goodbye

My friend, my horse

My friend, my horse

My friend, my horse

My friend, my horse

For many time the one grave

Was waiting for us after a battle

Horse was swimming, losing his powers

Trusting in my faithfulness

My striker didn't miss

Water got red

I'll remember forever

Moving away the Crimea bridge

My friend, my horse

My friend, my horse

My friend, my horse

My friend, my horse