Ataman

Hey hey
Hey, hey
Deep in the tiger where the winter is cold
There lives a legend, or so
I am told
He rides a black stallion.
He wears a
Big hat.
When he starts dancing
The mountains fall flat
Pour out the vodka and raise
Glasses high
Watch all the sparks flying up in the sky.
He turns around and he
Stomps with his boots
GETTING RIGHT BACK TO the roots.
Hey man
King of the winter night