Текст песни Жанна Рождественская - ГАДАЛКА

Fashion changes daily
But as long as there is white light
A gypsy woman with an old deck
There is at least one client.
Waiting for impossible miracles
At least someone will knock on her
And she will spread, and will spread
Their gracious kings.

Chorus:
Well what can I say
What can I say,
People are so arranged
Want to know
Want to know
They want to know what will happen.

Happiness in life will tell fortune telling
And an unexpected fatal blow.
The house is state-owned with a long way,
And love until the headboard.
The old cards will fall like a fan
On a scarf with fringed edges,
And the gypsy herself will suddenly believe
To their grateful kings.

Chorus.

Time destroys granite locks
And brings sand to the city,
But for the cards in the hands of the gypsy
They have no meaning of the year.
The heart is melting, listening to the fortuneteller,
And at all the crossings of the earth,
Facial expressions without changing,
Noble kings lie.

Chorus..