Текст песни Рытов Александр - Господин ротмистр

Sighs the fire is hard and tired,
The last coals are sinister hissing
And in the cloud haze, passes are visible,
From which there will be no way back
Mr. Rothmist, it's not time to start
Already soon the dawn will bother over the river
Well, if it's time - order to saddle,
Announce on the front: "Cavalry, to battle!"

You remember sir, dashing carriages,
As a sang Mazurka and sobbing waltz,
All our fun at dusk somewhere
Everything seemed to be in a hopeless distance.
You better forget the past
And to hell, drive sorrow from the heart,
Do not think, sir, about fear to be killed,
About drunk dreams and broken crystal ...

On our caps, the blade is not affected
Shine cockades with a double-headed eagle
And hide our amulets to the heart,
And the quick allyur seems to us sleep.
We carefully hide their medallions
With portraits of those who are dear and sweet ...
Perhaps, us a bullet in the battle will not touch
Perhaps the bullshit passes.