Sasha Berg-air I’ll know my darling by his walk (Russian folk song)

Я милого узнаю по походке
Он носит, носит брюки галифе
А шляпу носит на панаму
Ботиночки он носит нариман

I’ll know my darling by his walk
He wears, he wears those riding breeches fine
A hat he wears, oh, over his Panama
And shoes he wears, those “Nariman”

А шляпу носит на панаму
Ботиночки он носит нариман

Why did I ever come to know you
My dearest one, why did I fall in love
Before, I didn’t know such sorrow
But now I suffer every hour

Я милого узнаю по походке
Он носит, носит брюки галифе

My boy has gone and won’t return
He left, it seems, forevermore
To Moscow town he won’t be coming
He left behind just his photograph

I’ll know my darling by his walk
He wears, he wears those riding breeches fine
A hat he wears, oh, over his Panama
And shoes he wears, those “Nariman”