content: the lyrics translate to (almost) When we were at war There everyone used to think about their beloveds or about their wives And I could certainly think About the times when I looked at a pipe in her blue smoke Like when she lied to me sometimes But the his girl's heart gave love to someone else for a long time But I didn't think about them at all, I just smoked a pipe with bitter Turkish tobacco I just shoot bullets faithfully hoping to appease my pain and to set a limit to our hostility When we will be at war, to meet the bullets flying on our black horse But it looks like death it's not for me and my black horse carries me away from the fire again