Rough Translation:
Bird, fly from the road and quickly,
Beast get out of the way!
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 Tachanka from Rostov,
You're our joy and you're our pride!
Red Calvary gun-carts blast off,
Four wheels whirring as they ride!
See the fascist marching columns,
We'll rain bullets down on them!
Tanned and dusty our you young gunner,
Charges brave into the fight!
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 Tachanka from Rostov,
You're our joy and you're our pride!
Machine gun from Amur screaming,
Four wheels spinning as they ride!

Leon Lishner - Tachanka V2

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Leon Lishner - Tachanka V2

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