first Horse


Only heaven edge podernetsya
Knees border.
Fly to me, Budyonny,
Before Don home.

A black horse,
Do not stand under me,
Fly stele without rest Don party.
Run, run, funnels,
The good side,
Gray, dun,
Flashed above the clearing.
Gray, light chestnut, storm fly!
Gray, light chestnut, storm fly!

While silent without a shout
In the steppes of merlin,
Back in Sal district
Fighters do not count.

Black horse ... etc.

Look now spacious
Which fields,
And it was under Kastornaya
Crowded, dusty,

Black horse ... etc.

Days are stingy and pozdnenki,
Guety pm
And there were all farmers
Fighters yesterday.

My horse ... etc.

You give us your protection,
Country Bands,
We strike targeted,
Blades are hot,

My horse ... etc. 1929