Song of the heroes


As in the green steppe,
Where roaring Budyonny,
Where the power of the Soviets
The song is sung to the fight,
Perished, fell asleep
Underground syroyu
beveled bullet
October heroes.

Chorus:
Oh, no wonder, oh, no wonder,
During a sickle and hammer fighting,
The attacks Budennovsk armies
Their blood was shed on the field.

Over the bones of the fallen
not grow weeds
Do not scatter the ashes
Winds, hurricanes.
By the power of Budyonny
a column of tractors
In our teams
Together plow land.

Chorus.

No, not weakened
Martial affair,
will ear
Tall wheat.
We are in the green steppe,
Where heroes fought,
tractor columns
Harvest morning.

Chorus.

Army cohesive,
Mnogomillionnnoy
Continue their way
Revolutionary.
Hey, happily for the cause!
So that the whole steppe was buzzing
defense formidable
In our collective farm sowing!

Chorus:
Oh, no wonder, oh, no wonder,
During a sickle and hammer fighting,
The attacks Budennovsk armies
Their blood was shed on the field. 1930