Текст песни Мандри - Вітре цигане

Wind Gypsies, called the road
The high mountains, distant lands,
Grass in dew, the moon and the stars,
Pockets of the night and sad thoughts.

Wind Roma, is high in the sky
Clouds and far storks ...

Chorus:
Ah-I-and-I-I-ay
Ah-I-and-I-I-ay
Ah-I-and-I-I-ay
Love pours over the edge. (The entire verse - 2)

Wind Roma, in a flame of fire
The gray fog, and summer rains
Dimon darkness and the angels of God;
Childhood dreams and fairy songs.

Wind Roma, is high in the sky
Clouds and far storks ...

It took somewhere var'yat minstrels,
Philip jumped like hemp.
Herb sleep all night not given,
She sang songs under the windows:
Gently, magically, my herb,
I want you to make love with me.
Heart suffers chest and burns
And you wings to fly.

Chorus

Gypsy Wind, brother and Lord,
Magic smoke wafted night.
In my heart zahoyila wounds
Love Light joyful moment.

Wind Roma, is high in the sky
Clouds and far storks ...

Chorus