(translation to English) They say a man's best friend is his horse But I say it is his gun For what can a horseman do without a gun? I sold my silver barrelled gun And bought a brocade gown for my beloved But she could not accept it She returned it Now I have no gun and no love No, but with wet lashes and a charming smile I could tell her heartache was more terrible than mine I could stand the heartache If I could see you again Until then, I am alone, city to city Walking the streets With a heavy heart.