Текст песни Леонид Утёсов - То не тучи - грозовые облака

That's not the clouds - storm clouds
In over Terek lay on steep slopes.
They call the young pipe Cossack.
Dust rose gray cloud in the distance.

I straddled the hot horse,
Firmly scrip strapped vperemet.
Arise, young Cossack, the fence,
Walk me to the sun in the campaign.

Galloping hundreds of Terek River,
Under the hooves Dorozhen'ka trembling.
They come with a song young Cossacks
In the Red Army to serve the country.

Gazyr lie in rows on the chest,
Spreads the wind blue hoods.
Red Marshal Voroshilov, look
On the heroic Cossack regiments.

In all of our platoons horsemen on selection -
Voroshilov marksmen.
Met the enemy cavalry at close range
Our red-hot bullets and blades.

That's not the clouds - storm clouds
In over Terek lay on steep slopes.
They call the young pipe Cossack.
Dust rose gray cloud in the distance.