Текст песни В. Малежик - 200 лет цыганка мне жизни нагадала

For two hundred years, a gypsy woman has predicted my life,
Life bowl full, full of trouble without hassle!
But the grace of two hundred years, oh, how little it is!
Haggadala would you have better happiness for me even for a year!
Haggadala would you have better happiness for me even for a year!

Hear me, honey, anxiety about love,
Get into the eyes of the enemy boldly look,
True friend on a long journey
And more, more, more, more!
And more, more, more, more!

For two hundred years, the cuckoo lived for me,
What will please me, I knew in advance.
But two hundred years old, cuckoo, oh, how little it is!
Take one at least, but honey year!
Take one at least, but honey year!

To laugh at fate, and from happiness to suffer!
To trump the fate of the ridge to whip!
To - pan or disappeared, and then - as it will,
And more, more, more, more!
And more, more, more, more!

Living in the world for many years is the third thing.
Goof smolder all his life - a wild longing.
But there is one day more than a century ...
It would be nice to find this day in life!
It would be nice to find this day in life!

Only to me so far he somehow does not occur!
What fate has not solved the way!
That would be in life to meet everything, all about what they dream,
And more, more, more, more!
And more, more, more, more!