Текст песни Шесть Мёртвых Болгар - Мой костер в тумане светит

My fire in the fog light;
Sparks go off on the fly ...
At night, no one will be met;
We are on the bridge.

Night will take place - and spozaranok
In the steppe far, my dear,
I'll go with the crowd Roma
For kibitka nomadic.

In parting, shawl with fringes
You pull the knot on me:
As the end of it, with you
We went in those days.

Someone I predict fate?
Someone tomorrow, my falcon,
On my chest untie
The assembly strapped to you?

Remember, if different,
Sweet loving friend,
She will sing songs playing
Kneeling at you!

My fire in the fog light;
Sparks go off on the fly ...
At night, no one will be met;
We are on the bridge.