Текст песни Советские песни - Шли по степи полки со славой громкой.

Walked across the steppe shelves with fame loud,
We walked day and night from the slope and the slope.
Feather darling side,
Accept from red bow riders!

Oh blossomed and sing our favorite Don,
Proud of its golden expanse,
Your meadows and arable lands edge darling
We never enemies will not give up.

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

In the collective barns full of bread,
We learned to live freely on the Don,
Oh, shed their blood without reason
We are in the fields of civil war.

And if the enemy was coming with a bang -
From its scabbard checkers again will tear out.
Lead us into battle, Comrade Voroshilov
Donetsk locksmith combat Commissar.

We stand at all gun carriages,
And how many peak rise in the ranks
For peaceful labor, for the Free Territory of Soviets
For his homeland young!

And the steppe again with glory speakerphone
Go to the shelf slope and the slope.
Blooming darling side,
Accept from red bow riders!