I am a hussar, not a soldier in boots.

I am a hussar, not a soldier in boots, ; A yellow foal is not suitable for the front. ; The foal is yellow, its head is gray, ; Now is the time for new recruits. ; ; My mother cried when I was born, ; But even more so when I became a soldier. ; Autumn breeze, blow, blow away my ribbon, ; Don't make my mother sad. ; ; I was a bud when I was born, ; I was a rose when I became a soldier. ; I opened in my baby's window, ; I wither in the hussar's barracks.