The Cuirassier's Little Song
Oh, cuirassier, your age isn't long one
And that is why it's so sweet.
The trumpet sings, curtains are opened,
a sables' ring from somewhere fleets.
Still the strings' voice is softly handled,
but our commander is on horse…
Do not say to the youthful maiden
about endless love on earth!
Wednesday, August 20, 2014