farewell Cavalry


According to the Ural mountains, in the valleys of the steppe
Flying horses easier flocks.
He flies with the song, with a gilded sword
Ahead of combat troops Chapay!

Kolchak wolves prowling along the steppe,
Poured the blood of the village-town.
But Chapay catch up, but their Chapay syschetsya,
Thunderbolt hit the enemy!

Faster and more race our horses,
All Grozny and sabers louder chime.
And fly us glory and victory,
Swept by the wind scarlet silk banners! 1944