Текст песни Клячкин - Осенняя циганочка

Tormented head dawn,
autumn, year after year,
there is no day and night there -
Nice weather.
Drops are jumping on the glass -
Urban jokes.
Oh, would not it be brighter
day, even for a moment?

Year of whether any day, so come together,
All of the account to pay.
Even spray from the wheels
all fly to the dress,
promazhet not none,
everything got full.
Yes, he was my only weapon in the spring?
Had never happened!

To have a horse in the yard,
lock gates,
who wanders there - the guest il thief -
a reluctance to think.
And to think, all the same,
still pack -
Look with whom you drink wine?
Who kisses you?

Tormented head dawn,
Well, the sunrise and just
I do not ask: & quot; How old are you?
Autumns you how much? .. & Quot;
The night goes on the ground,
drops hit & quot; Gypsy & quot ;,
like, it became more cheerful,
Only inside.