Текст песни Советские песни - Шли по степи полки со славой громкой.

We walked across the steppe shelves gloriously loud,
We walked day and night from the slope and the slope.
Feather darling side,
Take riders on red bow!

Oh blossomed and sing our favorite Don,
Proud of its golden expanse,
Your pastures and cropland edge darling
We never enemies will not give up.

Cossack Steppe leads Stalin
From poverty and misery, and bondage,
And for the first time a large sun rose
Above ground the young Bolsheviks.

The collective barns full of grain,
Freely we have learned to live on the Don,
Oh, they shed their blood without reason
We are in the fields of civil war.

And if the enemy was coming with a bang -
Because the sheath bombs again will tear out.
Lead us into battle, Comrade Voroshilov
Donetsk locksmith combat Commissar.

We all stand at gun carriages,
And how much the peak rise in the ranks
During the peaceful labor, for the Free Territory of Soviets
During his young motherland!

And the steppe again with glory speakerphone
Will go to the shelf and slope of the slope.
Blooming darling side,
Take riders on red bow!