"March of Soviet tankmen"

It is a very good popular pre-war song.

I like very much music and words.

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"March of Soviet tankmen"

(Translated by Andrey)

The armor [of our tanks] is firm and our tanks are fast
And our men have much courage
Soviet tankmen are ready for action -
Sons of their Great Motherland. 

Refrain:
Thundering by a fire, sparkling with some glint of steel,
The tanks will begin a harsh campaign
When Comrade Stalin will send us in a battle
And Voroshilov [1] will lead us in this battle!

We are able to protect the labor of plants and the labor of tillages,
We are able to defend our country
With the shock force of our gun turrets,
With the quickness and with the rush of a fire. 

Repeat refrain.

Let enemy, who is making an ambush, will remember
That we are on an alert, we are watching for an enemy.
We want not a single inch of an alien land
But we shall not give away even vershok [2] of our territory.

Repeat refrain.

And if a hardened enemy will climb up at us
He will be beaten always and everywhere!
In this case our tank drivers will press starters
And the tanks will go across forests, hills, water...

End of 30th years


Repeat refrain.

Remarks of Andrey:
[1] Marshal Voroshilov was the People Commissar (Minister) of the Defense of USSR 
in the end of 30th years.
[2] “vershok” is ancient Russian measure of length, 1 vershok is equal to 1.75 inches

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The Russian version (translit):

"Marsh Sovetskikh tankistov"

Bronia krepka, i tanki nashi bystry,
I nashi liudi muzhestva polny:
V stroiu stoiat sovetskie tankisty -
Svoei velikoi Rodiny syny.

Pripev:
Gremia ognem, sverkaia bleskom stali,
Poidut mashiny v iarostnyi pokhod,
Kogda nas v boi poshliot tovarishch Stalin,
I Voroshilov v boi nas povedet!

Zavodov trud i trud kolkhoznykh pashen
My zashchitim, stranu svoiu khrania,
Udarnoi siloi orudiinykh bashen
I bystrotoi, i natiskom ognia.

Pripev.

Pust' pomnit vrag, ukryvshiisia v zasade,
My nacheku, my za vragom sledim.
Chuzhoi zemli my ne khotim ni piadi,
No i svoei vershka ne otdadim.

Pripev.

A esli k nam polezet vrag matioryi,
On budet bit povsiudu i vezde!
Togda nazhmut voditeli startiory,
I po lesam, po sopkam, po vode....

Pripev.

Konets 30-kh godov