Lyrics АЯР - Если было бы можно
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Если было бы можно
Ах, если б было бы можно,
я б всю душу свою промотал у цыган,
Ах, если б было бы можно,
я б все деньги свои промотал у цыган,
Я б ночами гулял,
золотое вино лил рекою в стакан,
Ах, если б было бы можно,
я б всю жизнь свою промотал у цыган!
Я бы пел у костра,
и под бубена звон там с цыганкой плясал,
Я бы звезды ловил,
что упали с небес, и в костер их бросал,
И какой-нибудь цыган,
уставший до слез по любви тосковать,
Научил бы меня
с перебором, как он, на гитаре играть.
Заиграю, да заверчу,
Да на солового вскочу -
воля вольная!
Нет без степи тишины,
Искры пламени нужны -
а мне боль моя!
Пусть болит моя душа,
Потихоньку, не спеша -
сердце выточит!
Пусть бередит-ворошит,
А ты пляши, цыган, пляши -
рвется ниточка,
жизни ниточка.
И среди пляски той
я бы голову вдруг на руки уронил,
Задохнулся б от слез
и что было со мной - я б навек позабыл.
Запестрели бы платья,
зазвенели б мониста, я б обнял чей-то стан...
Ах, если б было бы можно,
я б всю душу свою промотал у цыган!
Ветер тополь раскачал,
Да расцвечены в ночах
плечи смуглые,
Ярко вспыхнет береста,
Где ж ты, огненная? Стань
мне подругою!
Ночь, прошу, не бей кнутом!
Не забыть вовек потом
муки смертные,
Не забыть кибиток скрип
Да как порвались от тоски
струны верные.
If it were possible
Ah, if it were possible,
I would squander all my soul from the gypsies,
Ah, if it were possible,
I would squander all my money from the gypsies,
I would walk at night,
golden wine poured down the river into the glass,
Ah, if it were possible,
I'd squander my whole life from the gypsies!
I would sing at the fire,
and under the tambourine ringing there with a gypsy danced,
I would have been a star,
that they fell from heaven, and cast them into the fire,
And some Gypsy,
tired of tears for love,
Would teach me
with a brute force, like him, playing the guitar.
I will play, yes I will finish,
Yes, on a solo jump -
free will!
There is no silence without a steppe,
Sparks of flame are needed -
but my pain is mine!
Let my soul ache,
Slowly, slowly -
the heart will heal!
Let him take it, stir,
And you dance, gypsy, dance -
tearing thread,
life thread.
And among the dances of that
I would have dropped my head suddenly on my hands,
I would suffocate with tears
and that was with me - I would forever forget.
You would have a lot of dresses,
the monster rang, I would hug someone's camp ...
Ah, if it were possible,
I would squander my whole soul from the gypsies!
The wind swept the poplar,
Yes colored in the night
shoulders swarty,
Brightly bark,
Where are you, fiery? Become
me a friend!
Night, please, do not beat the whip!
Do not forget forever
mortal torment,
Do not forget the croaks of creaking
Yes, how we broke from anguish
the strings are true.
Ah, if it were possible,
I would squander all my soul from the gypsies,
Ah, if it were possible,
I would squander all my money from the gypsies,
I would walk at night,
golden wine poured down the river into the glass,
Ah, if it were possible,
I'd squander my whole life from the gypsies!
I would sing at the fire,
and under the tambourine ringing there with a gypsy danced,
I would have been a star,
that they fell from heaven, and cast them into the fire,
And some Gypsy,
tired of tears for love,
Would teach me
with a brute force, like him, playing the guitar.
I will play, yes I will finish,
Yes, on a solo jump -
free will!
There is no silence without a steppe,
Sparks of flame are needed -
but my pain is mine!
Let my soul ache,
Slowly, slowly -
the heart will heal!
Let him take it, stir,
And you dance, gypsy, dance -
tearing thread,
life thread.
And among the dances of that
I would have dropped my head suddenly on my hands,
I would suffocate with tears
and that was with me - I would forever forget.
You would have a lot of dresses,
the monster rang, I would hug someone's camp ...
Ah, if it were possible,
I would squander my whole soul from the gypsies!
The wind swept the poplar,
Yes colored in the night
shoulders swarty,
Brightly bark,
Where are you, fiery? Become
me a friend!
Night, please, do not beat the whip!
Do not forget forever
mortal torment,
Do not forget the croaks of creaking
Yes, how we broke from anguish
the strings are true.