Текст песни Михаил Шафутинский - Мне цыганка в детстве нагадала

Near the entrance of our station,
Coppers asking for & quot; & quot ;, Belomor
I gypsy foretold in childhood,
What will I drunkard and a thief.
Changing, betray his girlfriend,
Throw the mother, taking the last penny,
A less devoted friend
Planted drunk sharp knife.

Time flew like the wind.
Now I wonder the people itself.
In his own destiny, we only children
Although snow wear hair.
One knife I stabbed
And do not forget the women's favorite,
But a long time ago, I swear Chartreuse,
Pacific step I measure the basement.

I glance behind bars early in the morning
And with narrowed eyes wet,
I remember an old gypsy,
I remember childhood and train station.
There, at the entrance of the station,
About the fate of having started the conversation,
I gypsy foretold in childhood,
What will I drunkard and a thief.