Текст песни Дмитрий Курилов - Прощай, любезная калмычка

Farewell, dear Kalmyk!
A little, in spite of my ploys,
I laudable habit
I do not carried away in the steppes
Following Kibitka yours.
Your eyes, of course, narrow,
And the nose is flat and broad forehead,
You're not babbling in French,
You do not compress the legs in silk,
In English before the samovar
Patterned bread does not crumble,
I do not admire Saint-Marom,
Slightly Shakespeare do not appreciate,
Do not immerse in dreams,
When there is no thought in my head,
Not sang: Ma dov'è1),
Gallop do not jump in the meeting ...
What needs? - Exactly half an hour,
While the horses were harnessed to me,
I occupied the mind and heart
Your eyes and wild beauty.
Friends! l Not all the same:
Forget the frivolity of the soul
In a brilliant room in a fashionable box,
Or in the tent of nomadic?