This song was written by Nestor Makhno himself, and this version was modified by the artist that sings the song.
Artist: Граница
Album: Знамя Цвета Ночи
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Nestor Ivanovych Makhno or Bat'ko ("Father") Makhno was a Ukrainian anarcho-communist revolutionary and the commander of an independent anarchist army in Ukraine in 1917–22.
As commander of the Revolutionary Insurrectionary Army of Ukraine, commonly referred to as the Makhnovshchina, Makhno led a guerrilla campaign. Makhnovshchina can be loosely translated as "Makhno movement". The term encompasses not only the army but the whole of the movement's activities and overall spirit. The suffix -shchina can be employed in a slightly derogatory manner, but this is not the intention in this case, given that the movement's adherents – including Makhno himself – frequently used the term to describe themselves. Makhno fought all factions which sought to impose any external authority over southern Ukraine, battling in succession the Ukrainian Nationalists, the Imperial German and Austro-German occupation, the Hetmanate Republic, the Russian White Army, the Russian Red Army, and other smaller forces led by Ukrainian otamans. Makhno and his movement repeatedly attempted to reorganize life in the Huliaipole region along anarchist lines; however, the disruptions of the civil war precluded any long-term social experiments.
Although Makhno considered the Bolsheviks a threat to the development of an anarchist Free Territory within Ukraine, he twice entered into military alliances with them to defeat the White Army. In the aftermath of the defeat of the White Army in the region in November 1920, the Bolsheviks initiated a military campaign against Makhno, which concluded with his escape across the Romanian border in August 1921. After a series of imprisonments and escapes, Makhno finally settled in Paris with his wife Halyna and daughter Yelena. In exile Makhno wrote three volumes of memoirs. Makhno died in exile at the age of 45 from tuberculosis-related causes. He is also credited as the inventor of the tachanka, a horse-drawn platform mounting a heavy machine gun.
Russian Lyrics:
Кони вёрсты рвут намётом,
Нам свобода дорога,
через прореэь пулемёта
Я ищу в степи врага.
Застрочу огём кинжальным,
Как поближе подпущу.
Ничего в бою не жаль мне,
Ни о чём я не грущу
Только радуюсь уб0йной
Силе моего дружка.
Видеть я могу спокойно
Только мёртвого врага.
У меня одна забота,
Нет важней её забот.
Кони версты рвут наметом,
Косит красных пулемет.
