to you for all the previous marvellous films/roles the cossack’s song fragmented in this translation:

Please, don’t scold me lovely dad for this grievous case
When the bulet has been sent straight into my face.
How the the fine and proud boy carying fearless heart
Silly bullet brought with grace to the fatal shaft.

Please, don’t scold me lovely mom for the short demise
For the standing with my friends for the freedom’s kiss
I can’t help you in the farm since being bad as pisan
Though I’m lifting on my arms pretty calf for reason

Please, don’t blame me for the trip, which will last forever
For the bulet getting deep; I’m not hiding ever.... .....