Bird, fly from the road, and quickly!
Better hurry or you're dead!
See that dust cloud coming thickly!
Horses charging far ahead!
Blasting, turning, fire pouring,
into crowds of enemies!
His machine gun rattling, roaring,
our young gunner clears the fields!
Hey, machine gun cart from Rostov,
You're our joy and you're our pride!
Red cavalry gun-carts blast off,
four wheels whirring as they ride!
Hey, machine gun cart from Rostov,
you're our joy and you're our pride!
Red cavalry gun-carts blast off,
four wheels whirring as they ride!
We crossed the Don after the Volga,
through the golden steppe so free!
Tanned, and dusty our young gunner,
blasted through our enemy!
As, unstoppable and mighty,
like the manes of our wild steeds,
manes of wind, smoke, storm, and fire,
slice our land like wind through reeds!
Hey, machine gun from Kiev,
you're our joy and you're our pride!
Machine gun from Amur screaming,
four wheels spinning, as they ride!
Hey, Poltava gun-cart raging,
you're our joy and you're our pride!
Charge, machine gun-cart, go racing,
four wheels whirling, as you ride!
cf. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jGofoatz-20
