Текст песни Казачья - Шли по степи полки со славой громкой

We walked across the steppe shelves gloriously loud
We walked day and night nightingale Spivey
Feather darling storonka
Take riders on red bow.

Oh blossomed and sing our favorite Don,
Be proud of your expanse of golden,
Your pastures and cropland edge darling
We will never surrender to the enemy is not.

Cossack Steppe leads Stalin
From poverty and misery, and bondage,
And for the first time a large sun rose
Above ground the young Bolsheviks.

The collective barns full of grain,
Freely we have learned to live on the Don,
Oh, they shed their blood without reason
We are in the fields of civil war.

And if the enemy was coming with a bang -
Because the sheath bombs again will tear out.
Lead us into battle comrade Voroshilov
Donetsk locksmith combat Commissar.

We stand at the gun carriages all
And how they will rise in the ranks
During the peaceful labor, for the Free Territory of Soviets
For my dear homeland!

And the steppe again with glory speakerphone
Will go to the shelf slope and the slope
Blooming darling storonka
Take riders on red bow.