Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - В ярком шатре на цыганской стороне

In the bright tent
     Gypsy on side
          Feather pillows on the sirens ...
I spend the longest night ,
     to forget
          And die
With the most beautiful of women
     With the most beautiful of women ...

Let us burn the lips Chartreuse,
     But we will go
          Behind him ...
In depth nirvana
     Where neither late nor early
          Pass into oblivion , not grown old ,
With the most beautiful of women
     With the most beautiful of women ...

And in the morning meadows bloom ,
     Mint herbs noisy farce ...
Scattered wind stack
     Where to meet the dawn ,
          From the madding crowd run forever
               Forever ...

Tabor will remain in the rough river ,
     Con my town there, far away ...
          And no , only I forgot here
               On the edge of the earth
With the most beautiful of women
     With the most beautiful of women ...

Bitter milk of mares ,
     Yes blackened fields rooks ...
          Tragedy for no reason
Only difficult to breathe ,
     Looking up for a moment from the intoxicating
          Your lips ...

In the bright tent
     On the side of the gypsy
          I believe in what is love to the end ...
Believe in what has
     Right behind her,
          And what I have in my years - boy ...
With the most beautiful of women
     With the most beautiful of women ...