The March of the Soviet tankmen
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Song by Dmitry Pokrass
Lyrics by Boris Laskin

The armour strong and our tanks are vivid
And our men are full of fortitude
They stay in line, the Soviet gallant tankmen
The sons of their majestic motherland

In flashes of fire, glittering by cold steel
The tanks will start their furious attack
When sent to fight by dear comrade Stalin
And Voroshilov'll take as to combat

The work of plants and peasants in Kolkhozes
We will secure, keeping our clime
By sticking force of our gunned towers
By elan and the frenzyness of fire

In flashes of fire, glittering by cold steel
The tanks will start their furious attack
When sent to fight by dear comrade Stalin
And Voroshilov'll take as to combat

Remember foe, covered in the ambush
We are alert, we see all of your wiles
We would not take the palm of land of others
But would not let to take the inch from us

In flashes of fire, glittering by cold steel
The tanks will start their furious attack
When sent to fight by dear comrade Stalin
And Voroshilov'll take as to combat

But if the foe will enter our precincts
He will be beaten there and everywhere
The drivers'll start the mighty-powered engines
An by the woods, by mounds and by the mire

In flashes of fire, glittering by cold steel
The tanks will start their furious attack
When sent to fight by dear comrade Stalin
And Voroshilov'll take as to combat

1938