Текст песни Сватовство гусара - Гусарский вальс

Curving the corner of the curtain
Young ladies are watching in every window
Like an embroidered saddle and a Circassian
I prank on a frisky horse.

The horse is hot, playful, but obedient
And proud of his rider
Why is the rider indifferent
To the tender eyes beyond every window.

Like Byron, akimbo with hand
Like Pecherin I twist my mustache.
Fixed lower jaw
It speaks of the absence of feelings.

Who looks at women fearlessly
He prepares a trap for them.
So all this is just a grimace
And do not believe me or the horse.