Текст песни Революционные песни - Песня о Ворошилове

Silver Don native shores
It was not you who guarded with a red-hot blade in the fire,
Tsaritsyn defended, defended Donbass,
And your horse rushed like a bird to the battle signal?

Through fiercely all the weapons, as through a nightmare,
You carried scraps of shot-through banners.
But in the flames and smoke remained unharmed
And Voroshilov Klim became even more dear to us.

The Land of Soviets stands, mighty as a cliff,
And the storm is not afraid, and not afraid of thunderstorms.
We crushed the enemies at Lake Hasan
And the name Voroshilov was remembered by the Polish master.

1938