Текст песни Малинин Александр - Гусарская баллада

I will leave, leave, leave, do not hold, for the sake of God, me,
On the hussar ringing trace, saddle a raven horse.
The ladies will look from the windows, breathing bashfully in the curtains,
The uniform will be invented by snow, the uniform will be invented by snow,
The shine of the broadsword will be cold.

I will leave, leave, leave. What will I find in that distant land?
Will the pipe beg me victory or life will reject me in battle?
You are silent, only chilly shoulders tremble slightly, only the neck of Bela.
As I can take you, as far as I can take you, I can take you
If you didn't call for yourself?

I will leave, leave, leave. The little uniform is blue for me
Than your eyes in blue. How can I stay with you?
The horse hoves this land, neither you nor I will lie.
So tell me, why am I hesitating, so tell me, why am I hesitating
And I kiss you in the wind?

I will leave, leave, leave, do not hold, for the sake of God, me,
On the hussar ringing trace, saddle a raven horse.
On the hussar ringing trace, saddle a raven horse.
I will leave, leave, leave, do not hold, for the sake of God, me.