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I am a hussar, Ulan, I am Gunn,
Cuirassier, Cossack, dragoon,
I-Mongol, Cheroki, Rosich and Kazakh.
How much time has passed -
From the battle of the Waterloo ...
An eternal rider, lost in centuries.

Together with Castorsky Seventh
I rode through dense smoke
And my scalp in Vigwam was hanging.
About trampled pride,
With an arrow equal to speed,
Together with the tribe, I sang a song of spirits.

And when the great khan
Covered his Dasrakhan
Next to him, I drank steaming blood.
Tsar Romanov was executed
I, by revenge, is intoxicated
With the White Guard, the attack raced again.



This is Salah-AD DIN
Fought with a formidable palladin,
Crusaders in the desert scattered.
In the same place, by the will of the baron,
I directed Persheron
Saracens, mixing blood with sand.

I am a hussar, Ulan, I am Gunn,
Cuirassier, Cossack, dragoon,
I-Mongol, Cheroki, Rosich and Kazakh.
How much time has passed -
From the battle of the Waterloo ...
An eternal rider, lost in centuries.

With royal horse guards
I am in the uniform of red as well as
Together went to the Mayerstorp bridge
There were no four then,
And washed with scarlet blood
Together with them - from the saddle, but to the churchyard.

Our general is Bedford Forrest
Remember my cheerful voice
When we cut the Yankees in smoke,
And under the flag of the queen
The very first
Without a doubt, I flew then in the Crimea.

I'm a soldier and I'm a mercenary
I am a pagan and a pilgrim
And the devil himself runs away from trouble ...
Uber Alles - like a team,
On the borders of Faterland
The death of the infantry rows will death.

I am a hussar, Ulan, I am Gunn,
Cuirassier, Cossack, dragoon,
I-Mongol, Cheroki, Rosich and Kazakh.
How much time has passed -
From the battle of the Waterloo ...
An eternal rider, lost in centuries.

But I know - time has come out -
And now the saddle and stirrup
Just a symbol of that day,
When the glory of the cavalry
I dispelled in a moment
And the relics of the cross -line

Now I am along with special forces
On stones in the mountains of the Caucasus
On the paths where the "armor" is not crawled
Reconnaissance and parades -
And although I am also glad
But less and less of us on the life path.

I am a hussar, Ulan, I am Gunn,
Cuirassier, Cossack, dragoon,
I-Mongol, Cheroki, Rosich and Kazakh.
How much time has passed -
From the battle of the Waterloo ...
An eternal rider, lost in centuries.

I am an eternal rider who has lost over centuries.

I am at Ber-Seva with Ossi
He beat the wells from the Turks,
I went to the tanks with horse lava among the steppes.
The White House was devoted to fire
And the burning Washington cursed
Steel York and all Yankees of sons ...