Текст песни Б. Окуджава - Кавалергарда век недолог...

Song Horse Guards

Horse Guards century is short, and because he is so sweet.
Pipes Pipes, thrown back the curtains, and somewhere heard the ringing of swords.
Still roars voice of the trumpet, but the commander in the saddle.
Do not promise eternal love of a young maiden on earth.

Vainly trying to extend the peaceful fun laughing.
Do not get reliable glory, as long as no blood was shed.
And, not sweet sublunary world, anxiety is on the brow.
Do not promise eternal love of a young maiden on earth.

Champagne flows like a river, and look a little foggy.
And as if by the hand, and as if all the ages.
Wooden Cross il iron appointed us in the upcoming mist.
Do not promise eternal love of a young maiden on earth.