Текст песни Евгений Юркевич - Воспоминания о синих кирасирах

Gatchina Park on sunset burns
And it seems, suddenly, through the spring trill
As if the old parade ground again play
Challenging and ringing Appel.

And as if awakened by the sound signal,
Standard of regimental, raschehlёnny carrying,
As if not centuries and passed,
Again Regiment gathered at the palace.

Swaying system weathervanes yellow-blue,
And soldered general military destiny,
Behold, Mary, your cuirassiers
As a first pass in front of you.

And my heart clogged chest restlessly
And bronze Paul sighs down,
Seeing again passing gracefully
Rows of gold Regiment

Through time from the old and cute Russia,
More bloody losses have not known,
Behold, Mary, your cuirassiers
Came to the last parade ...
(C) Eugene Jurkiewicz