Song about Dovatora


On the snowy plains, on slopes
During sweeps platoon platoon.
West seeks Dovator,
Only a black burka vrazlet.

Only the wind in pursuit of the trail
Throws drifting snow steppe ...
Still far from victory,
Yet one will fight.

And maybe many comrades
We'll have to leave the seat:
By way of horse hoof
Military blizzard covered with snow.

And thinks Duma Dovator:
Debris in the river bridges,
But the Cossack horses winged,
Cossack blows cool!

Burning home village -
The sky lights languages
But the tanks are already on the offensive,
And the lads moved blades!

He flies under the banner,
Who will keep an eagle flying ...
And he remained in the legend,
So he lived among the people! 1949