Текст песни Оружьем - на солнце сверкая

Weapons in the sun shining,
To the sound of trumpets dashing,
Through the streets picking up dust,
Hussar Regiment held-barbels.

Chorus:

March forward, trumpet calls,
Black Hussars!
Sound dashing calls us to fight,
Pour the spell!

And there, lifting the curtains,
Only a couple of pale blue eyes
Watched. And the smell hang
That there will be a lot of mischief!

Chorus.

Here Polk divorced from door to door.
Oh midnight, everything is sleeping dead sleep.
Do not dream of gray commanders,
What's going on right under their window.

Chorus.

The next morning, weapons blazing,
To the sound of trumpets dashing,
On the streets picking up dust,
Hussar Regiment left-barbels.

Chorus.

And there, lifting the curtains,
Only a couple of pale blue eyes
Search over care
Culprit cute mischief.

Chorus.

And often, in the light of the lamps,
In the darkness of autumn nights
Recalled extinct eyes
Of those sounds dashing trumpeters.