Lyrics Владимир Высоцкий - Моя цыганская

In my dream - yellow lights, and I hoarse in my sleep:
- Linger, linger - morning is wiser!
But in the morning everything is wrong, there is no fun:
Or you smoke on an empty stomach, or you drink with a hangover.

Yes uh-uh times, yes again, and many many many many many many times
Yes, again - or drink with a hangover.

In taverns - green damask, and white napkins.
Paradise for beggars and jesters, I’m like a bird in a cage!
In the church stench and gloom, clerks smoke incense.
Not! And in church everything is wrong, everything is wrong.

Yes, uh, oh, oh, yes, again, give many more many many many many many times
Yes, once again - it's not as it should.

I - on the mountain in a hurry, so that did not happen.
And on the mountain stands an alder, and under the mountain is a cherry.
I wish I could take a slope with ivy, I would have a joy,
Anything else ... all wrong!

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yes
Yes, once again - it's not as it should.

I then across the field, along the river. Light - darkness, there is no god!
And in the open field of cornflowers and a long road.
Along the road - a thick forest with the Babs-Yagami,
And at the end of the road is a scaffold with axes.

Somewhere horses are dancing to the beat, reluctantly and smoothly.
Along the road is not so, but in the end - even more so.
And neither the church nor the tavern - nothing is holy!
No, guys, it's not like that, it's not like that, guys!

Uh-uh, yes, once again, and many many many many many many times
Yes again - it's not like that, guys!