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Long journey, flying eagle
Long journey, flying eagle ...
Troops were on the steppe, steppe wormwood.
We went beyond the Don, in this village,
Were troops to war,
The edge of the native land of the Soviets.
On-Don, the Don,
Were troops to war,
The edge of the native land of the Soviets.
Heat of the sun has dried the steppe,
Our army led Comrade Voroshilov -
Under Lugansk, Tsaritsyn,
For a free banks of the Volga,
On the fear of the enemies to rescue friends.
The steppes, in the steppes,
For a free banks of the Volga,
On the fear of the enemies to rescue friends.
We were told by Comrade Stalin:
Days of tough, tough day arrived.
We Tsaritsyn, our fortress,
White leash will not surrender,
Give rebuff, Krasnov win!
Never never
White leash will not surrender,
Give rebuff, Krasnov win!
Do not forget to fight resistant,
Voroshilov hand under Kastornaya.
To Rostov, to Chongaro,
Our cavalry passed,
Drove the enemy, victory produced!
Glorious way, the glorious path
Our cavalry passed,
Drove the enemy, victory produced!
The edge of the steppe, flying eagle,
Where to take us on a journey, Voroshilov epic.
With quiet Don intermarried
Volga light wave.
There is, strong Soviet Union!
With quiet Don merged
Volga light wave,
There is, strong Soviet Union! 1952