przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/Like_the_old_oakLike_a.txt
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Like the old oak
Like an old oak forest on Krynica,
Horses hooves beat, mane rustle.
We rode, rode villages, village,
In over the quiet Don, on the Don steppe.
He sang in the bushes crimson Nightingale Nightingale
Yes rustling leaves are slender poplar.
Rising sun, the young sun,
We were greeted songs, songs in the fields.
Oh, you wide steppe, the breadbasket of the collective farm,
Edge darling, happy, good to live in it!
Going we kazachenki, ride, red stars,
The cavalry of Budyonny we're going to serve!
How come, say we combat Marshal:
"We are here to defend our homeland.
Neither land nor travushki or spaciousness of our
Foreign vorogov in life can not see! "
Horses hooves beat on forest Krynica.
Posedlali cavalry steeds.
We rode, rode villages, village,
On-Don over the quiet along the native steppes. 1938