Water flows into the blue sea,

But it does not run out,

The Cossack is looking for his destiny,

But there is no destiny.

The Cossack has gone far away;

The blue sea is playing,

The Cossack's heart is playing,

And the thought says:

“Where are you going without asking?

For whom did you leave

Father, old mother?

Young girl?

“In a foreign land, there are the wrong people.

It's hard to live with them!

Water flows into the blue sea,

But it does not run out,

The Cossack is looking for his destiny,

But there is no destiny.

The Cossack has gone far away;

The blue sea is playing,

The Cossack's heart is playing,

And the thought says:

“Where are you going without asking?

For whom did you leave

Father, old mother?

Young girl?

“In a foreign land, there are the wrong people.

It's hard to live with them!