Текст песни ирина Аллегрова - Ворожи

1. Bay, a gypsy in a sonorous tambourine,
The folds of the skirt are teasing.
All that was, all that will be,
Everything depends on you.
On the road, on the threshold,
He knocks at the door, enters the house,
You have already guessed many,
What will happen to me.

Chorus: Vorozhi, the cantor,
Vor-Voro-zha,
Vorozhi, the fortune-teller,
Vor-Voro-zha,
All that was, all that will be,
Tell me, wo-wo-wo.
Vorozhi, the fortune-teller,
Vor-Voro-zha.

2. Stretched in a handful of cherries,
Do not rush to wait for an answer.
You see, it just so happened -
I have lost all understanding.
Shock yourself into the ringing tambourine,
Silence in the night splitting.
All that was, all that will be,
Everything depends on you.

Chorus