Текст песни А.Ткачев - А кто там в траурной венгерке

Hey, who is there in Mourning Hungarian,
Whose gaze is filled with wondrous charms?
I recognize you, immortal
Alexandria Life Gusar!

Let the perishable permissible,
Forever friends, forever friends,
But all will shove carefully
I will be able to drink, I will drink.

While I'm drunk, and I always always
Nothing crushes me
And no power of hell
My bliss is not embarrassed.

I drink from joy and boredom,
Forgetting the whole world, forgetting all the light.
Take a glass I feel like in my hands
And there is no grief, and the grief is not.

Without a jacket, in one bathrobe,
Schinel is hoping in the sleeve,
Cap warm, on cotton,
So as not to hurt a head.

And in the morning, before the squadron,
In the saddle, I will be strict and straight,
And gaze slow and languid
Catch a smile of lovely ladies.

I returned at dawn,
Always had fun, drinking vodka,
In St. Petersburg Faculty
Education received.

Now I am only a semi-man
I often remember you,
And on the cheek of my ruddy
A tear rolls off drunk eyes.

While I'm drunk, and I always always
Nothing crushes me
And no power of hell
My bliss is not embarrassed.

I drink from joy and boredom,
Forgetting the whole world, forgetting all the light.
Take a glass I feel like in my hands
And there is no grief, and the grief is not.

White Sail Lonely
In the life of the sea, gentlemen.
Hi, unwashed Russia
Burn, burn, my star!

(2 Last lines of each checkup are repeated 2 times)