Konarmeyskaya


According to the military road
It was in the struggle and anxiety
Battle eighteenth year.
Fees were short-lived,
From Kuban to Volga
We have horses raised in the campaign.

Among the heat and dust
We went Budyonny
On the trot in the big things.
On mounds hooked,
On river banks
Our great fame has passed.

On-Don in Zamosc
Smolder white bones,
Over the bones of rustle breezes.
Remember dogs, chieftains,
Remember the Polish gentry
Konarmeyskie our blades.

If our region calm
Well the new war
Heavy machine gun the rain -
On the roads of friends
Commissar for favorite
We will lead the horses fighting!