Lyrics Литвиненко Анна - Мой костёр

THE SONG OF THE TIGANKA (Yakov Polonsky)
       
      My fire is shining in the fog;
      Sparks go out on the fly ...
      No one will meet us at night;
      We will say goodbye to the bridge.
      The night will pass - and sposaranok
      In the steppe, far away, my dear,
      I'm leaving with a crowd of gipsies
      For the wagon is nomadic.
      At parting shawl with a rim
      You're on me with a knot:
      As its ends, with you
      We agreed on these days.
      Someone predicts my fate?
      Someone tomorrow, my falcon,
      On my chest will untie
      A knot strapped by you?
      Remember, if the other,
      A friend loving,
      There will be songs singing, playing
      On your knees!
      My fire is shining in the fog;
      Sparks go out on the fly ...
      No one will meet us at night;
      We will say goodbye to the bridge.
       
      & lt; 1853 & gt;