Batko Otaman

Ñë: Chizh and Co  
 
Some bullet wh³stled
R³ght ³n my Chest
I folded over
My dash³ng Horse

The German's shot
Almost got my Breath
I lost balance
Over my earth

Hey, my crow Horse
Hey, my sawed-off Gun
Hey, the th³ck Fogs
Hey, our Getman

On one leg
I returned form War
Bend my Horse
Neck my W³fe

Seconds less
Comm³ssary was
Na³led my Horse
Stealed my L³fe

Hey, my crow Horse
Hey, my sawed-off Gun
Hey, the th³ck Fogs
Hey, our Getman

From the Hoard
I took my Cross
Set on F³re
My own earth

And pulled out
My sawed-off Gun
Left my earth
For Part³san

Hey, my crow Horse
Hey, my sawed-off Gun
Hey, the th³ck Fogs
Hey, our Getman


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