Текст песни Григорий Лепс - Моя цыганская

Dream to me - yellow lights
And I wheeze in a dream I:
- Take a time, take time,
Morning is wiser!
But in the morning everything is wrong
There is no that fun:
Or smoke and on an empty stomach,
Or you drink from a hangover.

Yes e-eh, since
Yes, again,
Yes, a lot, a lot,
Many many times,
Yes, again,
Either drink from a hangover

In taverns - a green barn,
And white napkins.
Paradise for beggars and jesters
Well - like a bird in a cage!
In the church, stench and twilight,
The clerks smoke incense.
Not! And everything is wrong in the church
Everything is not as it should.

E-eh, once,
Yes, again,
Yes, many, a lot,
Many many times,
What are you ... and again
Everything is not the way ...

I am in a hurry
And so that something does not work out.
And on the mountain there is alder
And under the town of Vi-i-Snya.
If only a slope is ivy,
And I would have a joy,
And at least something else ...
Everything is not as it should!

Yes e-eh, since
Yes, again,
Yes, many, a lot, a lot
Many many times,
What are you ... and again
Many more, many times

I then along the field, along the river.
Sveta - Darkness, no God!
And in a clean field and cornflower,
And a long road.
Along the road is a dense forest
With women-yaga,
And at the end of the road of that
Black with axes.

Loss

Somewhere the horses are dancing to the beat,
Reluctantly and smoothly.
Everything is wrong along the road
And at the end - even more so.
And neither the Church, but no tavern
And nothing sacred!
No guys, everything is wrong
Everything is wrong, guys!


Eh, one
Yes, again,
Yes, many, a lot, a lot,
Many, many, many times,
What are you ... and again,
Everything is wrong, guys!
Eh ...
Everything is wrong, guys ...