Неизвестен - Конармейская
текст песни

On the military road
Walked in the struggle and anxiety
Battle eighteenth year.
There were short -lived fees
From the Kuban to the Volga
We raised the horses on a hike.

Among the heat and dust
I walked with Budenny
On trot on big things.
On the mounds of the humpbacked,
On river rolls
Our loud glory has passed.

On the Don and in the Zashache
White bones smolder
Blows are noisy over the bones.
Remember the Atamans dogs
Polish pans are remembered
Our Konarmey blades.

If our region is calm to the edge
New wars will pour
Heavy machine gun rain -
On the roads to friends
For your beloved People's Commissar
We will lead the horses of the fighting!

Military version of the song: 1941

Literary processing of Peter Bely

On the military road
We went on anxiety
Like the past eighteenth year.
There were short-lived fees,-
From the Kuban and the Volga
We saddled the horses on a campaign.

Among the heat and dust,
Where we went with a wake
On trot on big things,
On the mounds of the humpbacked,
On river rolls,
Our cavalry has gone again.

In front of the enemy outpost
We scattered lava.
Our well -fed horses are easy
We are not speechless
But they work cleanly
Our Konarmey blades.

Born for hikes,
Budyonny again with us
Voroshilovsky Best Cossack.
Where we fly,
The crow is circling
Yes, the enemy is slaughtered.

To our life blooming
Black clouds climb
With a heavy machine gun rain.
On the roads to friends
For your beloved People's Commissar
We’ll reach a complete victory!

1936