Текст песни Александр Розенбаум - В ярком шатре на цыганской стороне

In the bright tent
     On the side of the Roma,
          On the down pillows sirens ...
I will spend the longest night
     To forget
          And die
With the most beautiful of women,
     With the most beautiful of women ...

Let us burn the lips Chartreuse,
     But we will go
          After it ...
The depth of nirvana,
     Where neither late nor too early
          Sink into eternity, not grown old,
With the most beautiful of women,
     With the most beautiful of women ...

And in the morning meadows bloom,
     Minty herbs noisy farce ...
Scattered wind stack
     Where the sunrise,
          From the madding crowd fled forever
               Forever ...

Tabor will be for turbulent river,
     Con my town there, far away ...
          And no one, but I forgot here
               At the end of the earth
With the most beautiful of women,
     With the most beautiful of women ...

Mare's milk bitter,
     Yes blackened fields rooks ...
          For no reason the tragedy,
Just hard to breathe,
     Looking up at the moment of intoxicating
          Your lips ...

In the bright tent
     On the side of the Roma
          I believe that there is love to the end ...
I believe that there is
     Rights for her,
          And what I have in my years - a kid ...
With the most beautiful of women,
     With the most beautiful of women ...