Let's go, boys, calls


Enough, boys with sweet goodbye,
The path is far:
Let's go, boys, calls
In the city of Taganrog.

Our Batko were guerrillas,
I grew up in the fire,
When the rifle, with a revolver,
On a spirited horse.

Dear mothers and sisters,
Do not be sad eyes:
Bullets mark, sharp swords
Protect you.

We will cherish the edge of his inviolable
From end to end.
Glorious Marshal Voroshilov -
We own father!

Let our Cossacks do not grieve,
Dance in a circle.
The will of the Don freestyle
The enemy does not take away!

Enough, boys with sweet goodbye,
The path is far:
Let's go, boys, calls
The city Taganrog.1938