Текст песни Віка Валам - Дайте ходу пароходу

Give the boat a run, raise the sails.
Give the boy freedom for beautiful eyes.
And you sat and dreamed at the open window,
And all in ragged rags to you the gypsy came up.
She came up and asked for her hand:
"Give me a hand to say:
All that was, all that will be,
I can predict.
And you have a secret in your heart.
You love one guy
You want to become his wife,
But you are not fated
He loves beautiful girls,
Playing cards, drinking wine.
You will go to the grave with that longing
He does not care about a vagabond. "
And with that longing, and with that sadness
You'll go across the field to walk
And you'll get a bunch of chamomiles,
And you will be guessing at them.

Love does not love...
No, you do not love me
The gypsy had guessed the truth,
She is right to her own words.
Love does not love...
No, you do not love me
The gypsy had guessed the truth,
She is right to her own words.

Wax candles were burning,
The coffin is covered with red velvet.
All her relatives sobbed,
And in that coffin the girl is sleeping.
And before the coffin on his knees
The young man stood:
"I did not know that you loved,
I wanted to be my wife ...

Love does not love...
No, you do not love me
The gypsy had guessed the truth,
She is right to her own words.
Love does not love...
No, you do not love me
The gypsy had guessed the truth,
She is right to her own words.

When the coffin was lowered into the grave,
The sun was setting over the ground
And in front of the park above the mall
The young guy was hanging ...

Love does not love...
No, you do not love me
The gypsy had guessed the truth,
She is right to her own words.
Love does not love...
No, you do not love me
The gypsy had guessed the truth,
She is right to her own words.