Текст песни Ф.Сабо - Т.Сикорская - Песня о Ворошилове

SONG ABOUT VOROSHILOV

Music by Ferenc Szabo
Words by Tatiana Sikorskaya

We remember the steppe hikes
A hedgehog fire on the bottom.
Workers platoons fought
In detachments of partisan fighters.

We walked through bloody miles
Into the Chir destroyed by the whites.
And next to the camping carriage
Chagall is a combat commander.

Weathered by a camp fire,
Enemies breaking through the ring.
He shared, like a faithful comrade,
And the joy and sorrow of the fighters.

The blizzard poured snow,
A blizzard walked behind Don -
Commander Voroshilov did not pass
Donetsk mines to enemies.

He taught the army to fight
In the harsh trenches of war -
He did not give the Red Tsaritsyn
To the enemies of the proletarian country.

We know our strength is strong
And if the war is ahead
Voroshilov will lead us into battle,
Comrade, fighter, commander.

1931