| Those are not clouds - thunderclouds
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| Above the Terek, they lay down on the steeps;
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| The trumpets of a young Cossack are calling,
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| Gray dust rose in a cloud in the distance.
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| The trumpets of a young Cossack are calling,
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| Gray dust rose in a cloud in the distance.
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| I will saddle a hot horse,
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| I will fasten my bags tightly into a harness.
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| “Get up, young Cossack, at the wattle fence,
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| Take me to the sun on a hike.
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| “Get up, young Cossack, at the wattle fence,
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| Take me to the sun on a hike.
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| Hundreds are jumping over the Terek River,
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| The path trembles under the hooves.
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| Young Cossacks are coming with a song -
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| Serve in the Red Army of the Republic.
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| Young Cossacks are coming with a song -
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| Serve in the Red Army of the Republic.
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| Gazyrs lie in rows on the chest,
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| The wind blows blue hats.
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| Red Marshal Voroshilov, look
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| To the Cossack heroic regiments.
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| Red Marshal Voroshilov, look
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| To the Cossack heroic regiments.
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| Voroshilov marksmen;
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| Meet the enemy cavalry point blank
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| Our sharp tempered blades.
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| Meet the enemy cavalry point blank
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| Our sharp tempered blades. |