Lyrics Алик Фарбер - Еврейское казачество

When the Jewish Cossacks rebelled,

In Birobidzhan there was a coup
And who will touch the native Berdichev
Tom Kaduhes will be on his stomach

Atsh-two, atsh-two, Fiderovich, sing
Mide left, mide right,
Beat drum beat drum
For native Birobidzhan

Azokhen vey and our tanks are fast
And our pilots are full of courage
Jewish tankers smash enemies
And before the fight do in the pants

Our microphone, at the station gevolt:
Now we will read you the information
The Jewish regiment has long gone
His pants are full of observation.

In service this regiment had
Two mega-guns like Trakh and Bam,
Jewish regiment of shells did not regret
A samovar groans from their din

On an armored train & quot; Aitsyn locomotive & quot;
Abrasha Stutsker climbed into the rear of the enemy
He captured the Arabs a whole cart.
Returning home with a victory

And Sarah met him at the gate.
She waved him a handkerchief
And that's all, he shot from the arabochka
She took out his pockets

Now let's talk about the loss
And about the loss on our part
Indeed, without sweat there can be no battles
After all, there can be no war without sweat

Oi-vei, the Jewish people are grieving
For the wounded, the scared, the dead
Only seventeen died
And forty eight heartbroken all killed

We do not sow, oh, and we do not plow
And we trade
And who dares to touch us
Togo we will win

Oh, atsh-two, atsh-two,
Rabinovich, sing
Mide left, mide right,
Beat drum beat drum
For native Birobidzhan