| I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll leave.
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| Don't hold me for God's sake.
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| On the hussar ringing trail,
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| Riding a black horse.
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| The ladies will look out of the windows,
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| Breathing bashfully into the curtains,
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| The uniform will be powdered with snow,
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| The uniform will be powdered with snow,
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| The shine of the broadsword will be cold.
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| I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll leave
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| What will I find in that distant land,
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| Will the trumpet sing victory to me
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| Or life will sing to me in battle.
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| You are silent, only chilly shoulders,
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| They tremble a little, only the neck is white,
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| How can I take you far
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| How can I take you far
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| If you didn't call for yourself?
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| I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll leave
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| I prefer the blue uniform
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| How blue are your eyes
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| How can I stay with you?
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| The horse beats this earth with its hooves,
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| I won’t lie to you, I won’t lie to myself,
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| So tell me why I hesitate
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| So tell me why I hesitate
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| And kiss you in the wind?
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| I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll leave
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| Don't hold me for God's sake.
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| On the hussar ringing trail,
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| Riding a black horse.
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| On the hussar ringing trail,
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| Riding a black horse
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| I'll leave, I'll leave, I'll leave
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| Don't hold me for God's sake. |