Текст песни Чили - Мне цыганка как-то нагадала.

Chile - Ore Ore
Gypsy somehow guessed
That I will go to a far land
Sorrows do not live there in a distant land
And love lives and the month of May.
Whatever you want and wish ...
Ore-ore, sha-boo-dai, hey, a-more da-ba-dai
Gypsies sang a song to me
And bonfires burned until morning
In this song, joy and sorrow
And your happy eyes.
Sparks burned out until morning
This is all I must have dreamed
I do not remember this moment when
The clock stopped.
The wind in the field, nights gave
Happiness that does not get drunk
Gypsies guessed me
And then they disappeared without a trace.