Текст песни под гитару - про любовь

Let the steam go
Set sail
Give the boy freedom
For beautiful eyes
And you sat and dreamed at the open window
All in tattered rags, a gypsy woman came up to you
She came up and asked for a hand: "Give me your hand to tell fortunes
All that was, all that will be, I will be able to predict
And you have a secret in your heart, you love one guy
You want to be his wife but you are not destined
He loves beautiful girls, plays cards, drinks wine
From that longing you will go to the grave, he - the tramp does not care
And from that longing and from that sadness you will go for a walk in the field,
And pick up a bouquet of daisies, and you will begin to guess at them

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Loves, does not love, no, you do not love me
Tsiganka guessed the truth, she is true to her words
Loves, does not love, no, you do not love me
The gypsy guessed the truth, she
true to her words

Wax candles burned, the coffin is sheathed with red velvet
All her relatives were crying, and in that coffin the girl sleeps
And a young boy was kneeling before the coffin
I didn't know what you loved, I wanted to become my wife

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When the coffin was lowered into the grave, the sun set over the ground
And in front of the park above the alley hung a young boy

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