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Text: Komsomol Kiev railway workshops
Music: P. Zubakov

 We are the children of those who have spoken
 In the battle with the Central Rada, *
 Someone left a locomotive,
 Going to the barricades.

 Our locomotive, forward fly.
 The Commune stop.
 There is no other in our way-
 In the hands of our rifle.

 there are many children among us,
 What were their fathers together,
 Who filed cartridge shell,
 Grief single place.

Our locomotive, forward fly.
 The Commune stop.
 There is no other in our way-
 In the hands of our rifle.

 We are in the depths of our workshops
 We are forging, finishing, chop,
 Not hard at his hands,
 We work hard *** love.

 Our locomotive, forward fly.
 The Commune stop.
 There is no other in our way-
 In the hands of our rifle.

 Our locomotive, we bring to bear,
 This is who we need.
 And let will be created only front-
 Come together to beat the enemies.

 Our locomotive, forward fly.
 The Commune stop.
 There is no other in our way-
 In the hands of our rifle.

 Our locomotive, forward fly!
 The Commune stop.
 There is no other in our way-
 In the hands of our rifle.
  
"Our locomotive forward flies in the commune stop ..."
 The original text was written in the early 20-ies
 Komsomol members of the Kiev railway workshops.
 Music: P. Zubakov 1918.

 * In the later version - "the white troops"
 ** In a later edition:
 "Among us there are children, sons
 What were their fathers together,
 Enemies will send us your shell "...
 *** In a later edition - "factory"