Текст песни Махновские гражд - Частушки

Eh, apple,
Poured,
And the Makhnovites forward
Move!

Eh, apple,
Kuda are coming.
If you get to the Makhnovtsy,
Do not turn back.

Hands itch at the lads,
That they do not sow and do not.
Where are the Makhnovites
Land -like kaput.

The sky froze.
Trotsky appeared.
He is lucky to the peasants
Only surplus.

Looks at the window a month
And in river water.
Driving Father Makhno
And lucky freedom.

I'm not white or red
Not green and anyone
Harness horses in Tachananka,
Attack the bastards.