Hey...
Hey...
High, on mountain, high
At the source of the Cernii,
In the heart of winter.
Where fast asleep
Prince Paul
Guarded by a mastiff
A submissive mastiff
Who hears dogs
Upon Painii Plain.
A howl that fades
For Turks hunt
With bitterness and torture.
Paul! Prince….
Get up! Take the saddle
Chestnut! Put on his saddle…
Pau!! Prince!
Paul! Prince….
Get up! Star in the sky
Your star! Logo star
Paul! Prince!
Paul…
Prince, prince
Prince...
Hey...
Hey...
You nearly don’t see….
With salvari and hats
Smoking on the plain
Where the turks howl
Like the tower of Babel
They are over there, Paul.
Raise them up high on a pitchfork
And don’t let them get away
By Mary!
A Turkish caftan
Up on the tower
Cut asunder the Turks
Paul! Prince.
Paul! Get up, by Heaven!
Chestnut! Get up on the saddle
Paul! Prince!
Paul! Prince!
Up in the sky! Star glistens
Your star! Logo star
Paul! Prince
Paul…
Prince, prince
Prince...
(solo)
Hey...
Hey...
Behind savage mace!
They each and all
At a large feast.
With October wine!
And hunk of ram
Cry, Ali-Beg!
He looks and sees before him
Paul upon the bell
Dancing, even playing
How he still plays
He has gone berserk
With a Turk in his teeth!
Paul! prince.
Get up! take the saddle
Chestnut! Put on the saddle…
Paul! Prince!
Paul! Prince…
Up there! Star in the sky
Your star! Logo star
Paul! Prince!
Paul….
Prince, prince
Prince...
Hey...
Hey...
Hey...
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