Oh Nastassia Lyrics

Oh, tachanka-Rostovite
Our pride and beauty,
Konarmeyskaya tachanka,
All four wheels!
Ah, for the Volga and the Don
Gold raced steppe
Tanned, dusty
Heavy young.
And it swept irresistibly
With a mane of red horse

Mane wind, mane of smoke
Mane storms and fire.
Oh, tachanka, from Kiev,
Our pride and beauty,
Komsomolskaya tachanka,
All four wheels!
On the ground rumbling tanks,
Aircraft loop weave,
About Budennovskaya the cart
Pilots in the sky sing.
And the enemy still dreaming
Lead and heavy rain
Chariots,
Heavy young.
Oh, tachanka-poltavchanka,
Our pride and beauty,
Machine-gun tachanka,
All four wheels!