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Lyrics partly stolen from "Tachanka"

(Lyrics: M. Ruderman, Music: K. Listov 1936)

TACHANKA

Thundering hoofs blasting through in raging flight

Roaring machine guns fire brightens up the impending night

Bird, fly from the road, and quickly!

Better Hurry or you're dead!

See that dust cloud coming thickly!

Horses charging far ahead!

Dauntless

Fearless

Over the steppe so wild and so free

Frothing jaws snapping at our heel

Shunned like the plague,

hunted like wolves

Tachanka answers to our need

Four-wheeled saviour,

horse-drawn redeemer

Machine gun cart from Gulyai-Polye!

Dauntless

Fearless

Lawless

Merciless

The frustration and degradation

Of living a life on our knees

Persuaded us to take up arms

Against our enemies

Bat'ko Makhno leads our way,

on horses back - the Kulak as prey

Bird, fly from the road, and quickly!

Better Hurry or you're dead!

See that dust cloud coming thickly!

Horses charging far ahead!

Dauntless

Fearless

Lawless

Merciless