przemowoAnalizator/piosenki/Lets_go_boys_callsE.txt
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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