Lyrics Цыганочка - Кармелита
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Не знали мы, смеялись мы,
Рождаясь белым облаком у света на краю,
На берегу одной весны
Запахом костров по степи,
Что летят беспечным эхом.
В эту ночь и в танце струй,
Срывая лепестками пламя огненной крови,
Люби меня, моя любовь.
Пой мне, Кармелита,
Сказками в объятиях нежность храня.
Миг - это только один звук,
Без начала и без конца.
Кто я на этой планете зла
Для других и для себя?
И смыт дождём неясный след,
А капли тихо плакали надеждой у реки.
Нам не найти у тех берёз
Тихую печаль,
Что жила в уголках души разбитой.
Пополам: в туманной мгле,
Блуждая по земле на крыльях у семи ветров,
Ищи меня, моя любовь.
Где ты, Кармелита?
Где-то в сердце всегда моём.
We did not know, we laughed,
Born a white cloud by the light on the edge,
On the shore of one spring
Smell of fires along the steppe,
That fly with a careless echo.
In this night and in the dance of jets,
Tearing off the petals of a flame of fiery blood,
Love me, my love.
Sing to me, Carmelita,
Tales in the arms of tenderness.
A moment is just one sound,
Without a beginning and without end.
Who am I on this planet of evil
For others and for yourself?
And the rain is washed away by an obscure trace,
And the drops quietly wept in the hope of the river.
We can not find those birches
Silent sadness,
That she lived in the corners of her soul broken.
In half: in the misty haze,
Wandering the earth on the wings of the seven winds,
Search for me, my love.
Where are you, Carmelita?
Somewhere in the heart is always mine.
Born a white cloud by the light on the edge,
On the shore of one spring
Smell of fires along the steppe,
That fly with a careless echo.
In this night and in the dance of jets,
Tearing off the petals of a flame of fiery blood,
Love me, my love.
Sing to me, Carmelita,
Tales in the arms of tenderness.
A moment is just one sound,
Without a beginning and without end.
Who am I on this planet of evil
For others and for yourself?
And the rain is washed away by an obscure trace,
And the drops quietly wept in the hope of the river.
We can not find those birches
Silent sadness,
That she lived in the corners of her soul broken.
In half: in the misty haze,
Wandering the earth on the wings of the seven winds,
Search for me, my love.
Where are you, Carmelita?
Somewhere in the heart is always mine.