Текст песни Вячеслав Бутусов - Вариации на цыганские песни

Yellow lights in my dream
And I wheeze in my dream.
Wait a little
Morning is wiser.

But in the morning it's not like that
There is no fun.
Or you smoke on an empty stomach
Or you drink with a hangover

Oh, once, yes again,
and even many, many, many, many, many times ...
Eh times, yes again, or you drink with a hangover ...

In the taverns green damask
And white napkins.
Paradise for beggars and jesters,
I'm like a bird in a cage

In the church stench and twilight
Diaks smoke incense,
No, and everything is wrong in the church
Everything is not as it should.

Yes ... oh time, yes again,
many, many times ...

I'm on a mountain in a hurry,
So that did not work,
And on the mountain stands an alder,
And under the mountain cherry.

There would be a slope of ivy
I would be pleased,
Oh, if only something else
Everything is not as it should ...

Yes ... oh time, yes again,
many, many times ...
oh time, yes again,
It's not right

I then across the field along the river
Light-darkness, there is no god,
And in the open field cornflowers
And the long road.

Thick forest along the road
With the Baba Yagami
And at the end of the road
Scaffold with axes.

Somewhere horses are dancing to the beat
Reluctantly and smoothly
Along the road it's not like that
And in the end - even more so

And neither the church nor the tavern -
Nothing is holy
No guys all wrong
It's not like that, guys.

Yes ... oh time, yes again,
many, many times ...
oh time, yes again,
All wrong guys

Yes ... oh time, yes again,
many, many times ...
oh time, yes again,
All wrong guys