Batko Otaman

Some bullet whіstled
Rіght іn my Chest
I folded over
My dashіng 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 thіck Fogs
Hey, our Getman

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

Seconds less
Commіssary was
Naіled my Horse
Stealed my Lіfe

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

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

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

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

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