Текст песни Роман Ланкин - Тинга Линга

Tinga-Linga
on the verses of Nazrul Islam

Tinga-Linga, Tinga-Linga,
You walk in the moonlight
Along the river along the bottom of the gorge,
Where are the sands and boulders.
And rings regularly
On your anklet
Bell, small splinter,
Flying away from the moon.

Tinga-Linga, Tinga-Linga,
You walk proudly
Along the river, along the bottom of the gorge
You go barefoot alone.
And the gravel crunches
On a mountain night road,
And, throwing back the veil,
The moon is smiling.

Tinga-linga, hooves are beating
Blue dust swirls.
Night riders are racing
Disappearing into the distance
Only rolls across the sky
Silent lightning
Only dents and shadows
Remain in the sand.

Tinga-Linga, Tinga-Linga,
Only midnight, only wind
Only gravel under your feet
Only the heart is like a string.
Along the river along the bottom of the gorge
You walk in the moonlight.
Only stars and a road
Only midnight and the moon ...