Смирнов Александр - Песня старого гусара - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

Song of old hussara

Where are friends who have passed

Where hussars are indigenous

Chairmen

Sewberry gray?

On the back of the Civer

Dolomane to the knee,

Sabli, checkers in the hip,

And sofa - kip hay

Grandfathers! I remember you and I,

Empty buckets

And sitting around fire

With red-nasal noses!

On the back of the Civer

Dolomane to the knee,

Sabli, checkers in the hip,

And the sofa is a kip hay.

Black tubes in teeth;

All silent - smoke walks

On twisted temples

And the mustache overheads.

Nor Palslov ... smoke pillar ..

Nor Palslov ... all the dead

Drink and bowing

Meldogo fall asleep.

But barely gets the day,

Each flush on the field;

Caiver brutally racing,

Mental with whirlwinds plays.

Horse boils under the cat

The saber is risening, the enemy falls ...

Fight fallen, and in the evening

Again the bucket moves.

And now I see? - Fear!

And hussars in fashionable light

In the Vitzmundra, in shoes,

Walt on the floor!

They say smarter they ...

But what he heard from Lyubov?

Zhomini1 yes Zhomini!

And about vodka - nor Palslov!

Where are friends who have passed down?

Where hussars are indigenous

Chairmen

Sewberry gray?

Poems - Denis Davydov 1817

Music - Julia Kima

Notes

1. Zhomini - General Henri Zhomini (1779-1869), military theoretics, by the origin of the Swiss. He served in the French army, from the 1813th - Military Advisor to Alexander I. Founder of the Russian Academy of General Staff.