Текст песни Эскадрон гусар летучих - Ради бога трубку дай

Music Alexander Zhurbin
According to Denis Davydov (1804)

For God's sake, let the phone!
Put the bottle in front of us,
All riders szyvay
With curled mustache!
To a chorus thundered here
A squadron of hussars volatile,
To the sky vozletel
I have on their hands the mighty;
To cheers from the wall
And shook and trembled! ..
It would be better in the field cried ...
But others flogged throat:
& quot; And to us the time will come! & quot;
Burtsev, brother, that in the expanse!
Stamp brutal! .. Chorus booming!
Burtsev! I drink to your health:
Whether, hussar century drunk and fed!
Punt as pontiruesh,
Flanking as flankiruesh,
In peaceful days Cheer
And in battles shake-go ahead!
Life flies not osramisya,
Do not oversleep her flight.
Drink, Love so much fun! -
Here's my friendly advice.
1804