Текст песни Н. Михалков - А цыган идет

Shaggy bumblebee on fragrant hops
Moth on the lounge
And Gypsy goes where the will leads
For his gypsy star

So go ahead of the gypsy star nomad
At sunset where sail tremble,
And the eyes look with a snapless longing
In the booming heavens!

Striped snakes in rock rash
Stallion on the square of the steppes
A Gypsy daughter for your loved ones
By the law of blood

And together along the ladder to meet fate
Not guessing in hell or paradise
So it is necessary to go without the way
Although on the edge of the earth, at least for the edge ..........