Music: D. Vasiliev-Buglay Words: P. Merciless
At Donets native at the dawn of the radiant
Boil the song, blades flared, oh!
Steelworkers go, machinists go,
Tractor drivers are driving, miners are driving, gay, miners are driving!
And Donets was satisfied with dawn smiling,
And the song rang in the age-old pines, eh!
The horsemen of Donbass rushed in a whirlwind,
The shoes of horseshoes are dashing, gay, dashing runners!
Oh, spread the vines over the dewy grass,
Raised lightning thunderstorms - blades, oh!
Steelworkers chop, machinists chop,
They cut down tractor drivers, cut miners, gay, cut miners!
Oh, there were pines, like fighters on guard
At Donets - handsome, at his native river, oh!
The horsemen of Donbass rushed in a whirlwind,
The shoes of horseshoes are dashing, gay, dashing runners!
If at the border a shot of the enemy breaks out,
Pines will forget, blades will shine, oh!
Move to the attack of mines and plants,
The machinists will be set up for armored cars, gay, for armored cars!
1939
