Текст песни Борис Алмазов - Военные кони

WAR HORSES

Saber shine ... Fluttering of banners ...
The crash of a horseshoe avalanche.
Ah, this march, through the city to the front
Cavalry regiments.
Hot summer, the beginning of the war
The stars on their hats are burning.
So they went into songs and dreams,
Squadron, three in a row.

The horses dropped the patterned foam
From gentle, silky lips.
The hope for our victory sang
The ringing of silver trumpets.
Clean faces and clear views
Sons of Russia are coming!
How far were they from the parade,
Near the Kremlin wall.

In the eternal fire, horses all seem to me,
Hot kumach bashlykov.
Years go by, but I remember the song
March of the legendary regiments!
It seems to me that May 9
Quietly the horseshoes are ringing
Horsemen ride, aligning themselves with the banner,
Ghostly formation ... three in a row.