Текст песни Цыганка - Выражение лиц не меняя благородные лгут короли

Fashion changes every day , about as long as the worth to white light
In the old gypsy deck
Yes there is at least one client
In anticipation of miracles impossible
Knock at least someone - something to it
And it will spread and spread
Noble their kings
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
Happiness in life predict divination ,
And sudden fatal blow .
House official with expensive long-distance ,
And love to board coffin .
Maps old will fall like a fan
Ha shawl with fringed edges,
And gypsy itself suddenly believe
His noble kings.
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
Time destroys granite castles
And the city fills with sand
But for cards in the hands of a gypsy
Not have a year value .
Heart thrilled , fortuneteller listening ,
And at every corner of the earth
Without changing facial expressions
Noble kings lie .
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
They want to know what will happen.
They want to know what will happen.
Well what to say , what to say ,
Arranged so people
They want to know , want to know
They want to know what will happen.
They want to know what will happen.
They want to know what will happen.