Текст песни Оружьем - на солнце сверкая

Weapons gleaming in the sun,
To the sound of trumpets dashing,
In the streets picking up dust,
Passed Regiment Hussar-barbel.

Chorus:

March forward, trumpet calls,
Black Hussars!
Sound dashing calls us to battle,
Pour the spell!

And there, lifting the curtains,
Only a pair of pale blue eyes
Watched. And the smell hang
That there will be a lot of mischief!

Chorus.

That regiment divorced from door to door.
Oh midnight, everything is sleeping dead sleep.
Do not dream of gray commanders,
What's going on right under their window.

Chorus.

The next morning, guns blazing,
To the sound of trumpets dashing,
On the streets picking up dust,
Hussar Regiment left-barbel.

Chorus.

And there, lifting the curtains,
Only a pair of pale blue eyes
Search over care
Culprit cute mischief.

Chorus.

And often, by the light of oil lamps,
In the dark autumn nights
Remembered extinct eyes
Of those sounds dashing trumpeters.