you singer, you hero!
Could not I follow you
When thunder pušečnom, in flames
Ride a horse mad.
Naezdnyk Smyrna Pegasus,
I wore old Parnassus
Released from the fashion uniform:
But for this service difficult,
He believed, O my wonderful rider,
You are my father and commander.
Here is my Pugach - at first glance
He is visible - Cork, Cossack straight!
In your best squad
Constable if he was dashing.
