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The translation in this video ISN’T a precise word-to-word translation but rather an accurate interpretation focusing on holding true to the original meaning, rhyme and singability. Despite their armor our tanks speed through the nation and our people courageously do stand, when soviet tankmen line up at attention, as the sons of their great Motherland. With roaring fire do our tanks rattle, they’ll all set off on that fateful day, when comrade Stalin calls us forth to battle, and our first marshal leads us to the fray! We shall shield the fruits of all our labor, be it our country, factories or fields, with the might of the gun turrets we favor, and with the precise fire that each yields. Let our foe know, while he lies somewhere in waiting, that we’re alert, and always on his tail! For foreign land we hold no special craving, but our own we’ll let no one assail! And if our foe comes threatening us once more we’ll kick
