Текст песни Николай Лекарев - Звон гитары

All gypsies are a camp
roam the earth
all gypsies are a camp
spend the night under the moon

At dawn they will sing a song
and happy laughter will spill over the steppe
Gypsies do not live in one place for a long time
soul in a nomad tearing again

The ringing of the guitar let the soul sing
the creaking of the wagon happiness has no end
in the distance the road is calling again
may she bring us happiness

Gipsy lives in the camp
that for the heart of all sweethearts
in my head day and night
thoughts only about her

I will play the guitar for you
you will enchant the violin with your song
i fell in love with your black eyes
into your voice into a sweet smile

The ringing of the guitar let the soul sing
the creaking of the wagon happiness has no end
in the distance the road is calling again
may she bring us happiness