Текст песни Оркестр Перелетного Кабака - Мой добрый принц Оранжа

My good Prince Orange
He got up early from sleep.
He calls out a little light:
- Saddle me a horse!
- God damn it -
saddle me a horse!

He calls out a little light:
- Saddle, be quick.
- My good prince Orange,
Where does your path lie?
- God be damned -
Where does your path lie?

- My good prince Orange,
Where does your path lie?
- To France, to the north,
As the king tells me.
- God be damned -
as the king tells me.

To France, North
Where is the army assembled.
Here, I took the reins,
He put his feet in the stirrups.
- God be damned -
Feet in stirrups.

I put legs in stirrups,
I hold on to the occasion.
I'm leaving healthy -
I'll be wounded back.
- God be damned -
I’ll be back.

I'm leaving whole
I'll be back a little alive from the wounds.
Lance three blows
I will accept from the British.
- God damn it -
Three spear strikes.

Lance three blows,
I know in advance:
One in the shoulder will have to
The other side will flash me.
- God damn it -
He’ll flash my side.

A kick shoulder will mark
The second side will flash.
And the third will have to chest,
And he will kill me.
- God damn it -
He will kill me.

A hit in my chest
He will become fatal.
- My good prince Orange
Killed and buried
- God be damned -
dead and buried.

I was with the dead man
Peace be with my prince.
Four Minorites
They served him.
- God damn it -
served on it.