The thunder of our squadrons sounds from the mountains
Where with our rifles at our shoulders, we watch the skies
The aircraft of death fly above against the blue sky
But the red cavalry avoids their blows
And once more, we advance!
[refrain]
Hey, hey, on the road!
From the north to the south, through the jungles and the plains
The red cavalry is always at the front
And under the red flag and the Buddha
We find glorious victory!
We have watered our horses at the Red River
Where the sparkling water winds through our rice fields
The peasants have saluted their red cavalry
With Marshal Hà Việt Hồng at our head
There is no path which will resist us!
We ride despite the heat and dust
In front of us shells explode against the enemy
The cracks of machine guns rip the air
But towards the enemy we charge without fear
With our sabers in our hands, our bugles in song!
The bones of imperialists bleach themselves under the Vietnamese sun
While we drink with our companions, our sweethearts
Our victories are too numberless to recount
For the road of the great Buddha and Lenin brings us victory!
We are the guardians of the people, who protect the country!
[refrain]
Hey, hey, on the road!
From the north to the south, through the jungles and the plains
The red cavalry is always at the front
And under the red flag and the Buddha
We find glorious victory!
And if the imperialists dare once more
To fight against the Red Cavalry of the people
We will lead our horses to the front
Under the machine guns we will confront the enemy
And with our beloved people's commissar, we will vanquish!
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