Текст песни Михаил Глинка - Рыцарский романс

Music by Mikhail Glinka
Words by Nestor Puppeteer

Sorry! The ship flapped its wing
The trumpet calls my squad!
Ile on a shield or with a shield
I'll be back to you from Palestine.
Rumor of my exploits
Noisy, will come my forerunner,
And laurel from your tender hands
The reward will be me and the meeting.

I swear on my heart and sword:
Ile on the shield, il with a shield!
One hundred battles, one hundred rivers, one hundred cities
They will know about your name
In a hundred languages, a hundred singers
And they will sing and play!
And, again worrying and making noise,
Your great glories are full
They will take me to your feet
Powerful, gray waves ...

I swear on my heart and sword:
Ile on the shield, il with a shield!

But if the sentence of fate
In battles he will send me death
At the formidable call of her trumpet
I will answer in your name!
I'll fall on the shield so that your monogram
Enemies cannot be betrayed by dying;
And defeated by one fate
I will die, blessing you!

I swear on my heart and sword:
Ile on the shield, il with a shield!

June 1840, words
1840, music

From the novel of the Puppeteer "Evelina de Vallerol". Romance from the series "Farewell to St. Petersburg" (1840)