The horse is whinnying, he already feels the abrac

1. The horse neighs, he already feels the breeze, ; But many little girls open the window, ; Come, my baby, Give way to my horse, ; And then, four, five, six, seven, hot kisses for myself. ; ; 2. The hussars march on the back of the horse, ; There is no fence or ditch in front of them, ; The song spoke skillfully from their lips, ; The heart of many little girls is quickly besieged.