A hussar is beautiful when he mounts his horse.

A hussar is beautiful when he mounts his horse, ; He pulls his cap down over his mournful forehead. ; He pulls his cap down over his two black eyes, ; Let no one see the hussar's tears fall. ; ; Where do his tears fall, on his horse's mane, ; From his horse's mane to the black earth of mourning. ; Don't cry, Mariskam, you will not be forgotten, ; You will be a milkweed pinned on my cap.