I recognize my sweetheart by gait
He wears, wears breeches,
And he wears a hat in panama,
Boots, he wears a Nariman.
And he wears a hat in panama,
Boots, he wears a Nariman.
Why did I, my dear, recognize you,
Why, why did I love you
And before, I didn’t know this,
Now I suffer every hour
Suffer day and night!
And before, I didn’t know this,
Now I suffer every hour.
My boy left, he won’t return,
He left, apparently, forever, forever,
He won’t return home
He left only his card.
Home, he’ll never return to Moscow,
He left only his card.
But I recognize sweetheart by gait,
He wears, wears trousers, breeches,
And he wears a hat in panama,
He wears boots, "Nariman,"
Oh, creaking shoes
And he wears a hat in panama,
He wears boots "Nariman".