- cross-posted to:
- soviet@hexbear.net
- cross-posted to:
- soviet@hexbear.net
Echelon after echelon,
Echelon after echelon:
The road begins to widen.
The commander orders to point!
Waving a small white handkerchief
To the Don’s blue hand.
Voroshilov, you’re with us,
Hiking through life, we became friends,
Together we flew into battle:
Remembering the enemies with longing
Fighting for the white Kalitva,
Fighting for Kalach station.
For the Tsaritsyn, for the Tsaritsyn
We’ll fight through day and night,
Crossing peak after peak:
Don’t wash it away with the rain,
Don’t blow it away with the wind -
The blood of the peasants and the workers!
The commander orders point!
Waving a small white handkerchief
To the Don’s blue hand.
Echelon after echelon,
Echelon after echelon,
The road begins to widen.
I feel like the song’s rhythm and the instrumentals fit the lyrics perfectly. You can really hear the locomotives and how they speed up towards the end of the song.
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