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