Текст песни Ансамбль им. А. В. Александрова - Как у дуба старого

Like the old oak forest on Krynica,
Coney beat hoofs, mane rustle.
We drove, drove villages, village,
In the quiet of the Don, in the Don steppes.

Oh, you wide steppe, the breadbasket of the collective farm,
Edge darling, happy, good to live in it!
Going we kazachenki, going, red stars,
The cavalry of Budyonny we're going to serve!

How come, say we combat Marshal:
"We are here to defend our motherland.
Neither land nor travushki nor our space
Foreign vorogov in life can not see! "

The horses hooves beat on the wood Krynica.
Posedlali cavalry steeds.
We drove, drove the villages, village,
In the quiet of the Don, ALONG native steppes.