Текст песни Канцлер Ги - Цыганская песнь

Gold stones stiffed
Moon moon rolled
And there is a squeegey squeege in the step of the steppe -
You are leaving, not affirming, faithful friend.

You are leaving, not betraying and not winning,
Black Night - Black Horse Griev,
Stars in the mane by Bubarets woven,
All lover separations are destined.

You will pass between falling asleep tents,
You will pass between the swelling fires,
I want to hug and, not breathe,
Drink you from a star bucket.

Steppe pegs silver grass
I'm sicklessly naughty
On a farewell south wind ride,
Your promises will return ...