The armour is hard and our tanks are fast,
And our men are full of courage
The Soviet tankmen are ready for action—
Sons of their Great Motherland.

Thundering with fire, glinting with steel,
The tanks will begin a harsh campaign
When we're called to battle by Comrade Stalin
And the First Marshal will lead us in this battle!

In keeping our country, we guard
The work of factories and farms
By power of our gun turrets
By our fastness and pressure of fire.

Thundering with fire, glinting with steel,
The tanks will begin a harsh campaign
When we're called to battle by Comrade Stalin
And the First Marshal will lead us in this battle!

Let's enemy, who hidden in ambush, remember
We watch for him, we are on guard.
We want not a foot of foreign land,
But we will not give up an inch of our own land.

Thundering with fire, glinting with steel,
The tanks will begin a harsh campaign
When we're called to battle by Comrade Stalin
And the First Marshal will lead us in this battle!

But if the enemy attacks us,
We will beat him everywhere,
Tankdrivers will start engines
And drive by forests, mountains and even on water.

Thundering with fire, glinting with steel,
The tanks will begin a harsh campaign
When we're called to battle by Comrade Stalin
And the First Marshal will lead us in this battle!

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