Текст песни Ольга Венчилевская - Чёрные гусары

GUSAR-USACHI

Words and music by V. Sabinin

Shining with a weapon in the sun
To the sounds of dashing trumpeters
Down the street, raising dust,
A regiment of barbel hussars passed by.

Down the street, raising dust,
A regiment of barbel hussars passed by.

And there, slightly raising the curtain,
Just a pair of blue eyes
I looked, and the hussars smell,
That there will be a lot of mischief.

Here the regiment is divided into apartments,
It's already midnight, everyone is sleeping like a dead dream.
Gray-haired commanders can't sleep -
What's going on under their window!

And in the morning, sparkling in the sun,
To the sounds of dashing trumpeters
Down the street, raising dust,
The regiment of barbel hussars was leaving.

And there, slightly raising the curtain,
Just a pair of blue eyes
I was looking for among those who passed
The culprit of cute pranks.

And often by the light of the lamp,
In the darkness of autumn nights
Remembered the dead eyes
Those sounds of dashing trumpeters.

Remembered the dead eyes
Those sounds of dashing trumpeters.