We do not touch


That is not the wind on the field walking,
On the road dust sweeps.
This is our daring,
Daring cavalry is coming.

Chorus:

We do not touch - we will not touch.
A zatronesh - give no quarter!
And in the water we do not drown,
And we in the fire will not burn.

We entertained guests uninvited
Vostro sword and lead.
German beat, beat pans,
And the other, since it is necessary, we split.

Chorus.

If our side steppe
We'll have to wrap up,
Kiss his own mother,
And again tomorrow on a long journey.

Chorus.

We fight with the enemies will not tire,
Well ka songwriter forward.
Begins to sing, and we pull up,
Steppe native us sing.

Chorus:

We do not touch - we will not touch.
A zatronesh - give no quarter!
And in the water we do not drown,
And we in the fire will not burn.
1939