Po Donu guljaet (3x) Kazak molodoj. A devka tam platchet (3x) Nad bystroj rekoj. "Zatchem, devka, platchesh? O tchom sljozy ljosh?" "A kak mne ne plakat´, Sljoz gor´kih ne lit´? Cyganka gadala, Za rutchku brala: 'Ne byt´ tebe, deva, Zamuzhnoj zhenoj, Potonesh, devica, V den´ svad´by svoej!'" "Ne ver´, dorogaja, Ne ver´ nikomu, Pover´, dorogaja, Lish mne odnomu! Poedem ventchat´sja, Ja vystroju most, Ja vystroju most Na tysjatchu vjorst!" Vot slyshu-poslyshu: Mostotchki gudut; Naverno, naverno Nevestu vezut. Vot kon´ spotyknulsja I sshibsja s mosta - Nevesta upala V kruty berega. Sperva zakritchala: "Proshchaj, matj, otec!" Vtoroj raz vskritchala: "Proshchaj, belyj svet!" I v tretij vskritchala: "Proshchaj, milyj moj; Naverno, naverno, Ne zhit´ nam s toboj!"

Along the Don there is walking A young cossack. And a young girl is weeping there Above the fast river. "Why, girl, are you weeping? Why shedding tears?" "How should I not weep, Not shed bitter tears? A gypsy woman predicted, Took my hand: 'You shall never be, girl, A married wife, But you shall drown, girl, On your wedding day!'" "Don´t believe, my dear, Don´t believe anyone, But believe, my dear, Only me alone! We will ride to our wedding, And I will build a bridge, Build a bridge Over a thousand verst!" There I hear, There is some noise on the bridge planks; Obviously They are guiding a bride. And the horse stumbled And slid from the bridge - The bride fell Down the steep river bank. First she screamed: "Farewell, mother, father!" For the second time she screamed: "Farewell, bright world!" And for the third time she screamed: "Farewell, my dearest one; It seems We are not meant to live together!"