Текст песни Русский подорожник - Под цыганским солнцем

Brighter than a gold duct, hotter than a fire,
more dangerous than a robber finca is that girlish look.
Cold light of the gypsy sun until the morning
draws pictures on the water, and the loop keeps getting tighter.

I stole you from your parents
I stole you from my friends
so as not to share you with anyone
and not to let go in the morning.

Vows are fragile chains, dust and water
the stone will break on the stone stronger.
If we stick to each other, but not forever,
then we will sew ourselves on, forever.

I stole you from your parents
I stole you from my friends
so as not to share you with anyone
and not to let go in the morning.