See, a cloud of dust is rising,
Where the horses dash ahead,
And their danger recognizing,
Bird has flown and beast has fled.
Through the steppes the gunner's rushing,
Where the Don and Volga flow,
With the tachanka he'll be crushing
Ev'ry enemy and foe.
In the airplanes, ev'ry flier
Sees the waste tachankas bring,
Then while soaring ever higher,
With delight will gaily sing.
CH 1
Straigth from Rostov comes the tachanka,
Of its beauty we are proud,
It's our factory's tachanka,
Dashing wildly through the crowd.
CH2
Straigth from Kiev comes the tachanka,
Of its beauty we are proud,
It's our Komsomol's tachanka,
The four wheels of fire crisping loud.
CH3
And this tachanka from Poltava,
Of its beauty we are proud,
It's tachanka with Machine Gun,
Seek, destroy and burning (кого-то) !!!
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