Текст песни Александр Вертинский - В степи молдаванской

Quiet sleepy stretch hearse
And, sighing, crawling down the slope.
And the sad looks on the road
At the well, the crucified Christ.

What's the wind in the desert Moldavian!
How to sing under his feet the earth!
And it is easy to me with gypsy soul
Wander, nobody loving!

As all of these paintings are close to me,
How many friends I see the devil!
And two swallows, like schoolgirls,
Escorted me to a concert.

What's the wind in the desert Moldavian!
How to sing under his feet the earth!
And it is easy to me with gypsy soul
Wander, nobody loving!

Call the far quietly I Heed
At the Dniester on a green meadow.
And the Russian sweet land
I know on the other side.

And when asleep birch
And calm down the field to sleep,
Oh, how sweet, how painful it through tears
At least take a look at his native country ...