Текст песни Роман Вольский - Дайте ходу параходу

Give the go to the steamer,
Tension sails,
Give the boy freedom
For beautiful eyes.

And I sat and missed
At the open window,
All in heated rags
Gypsy came to me.

It came up and asks the hand:
- Give me a hand to pay
Everything that is and everything will
I can tell you.

And you have a wound on your heart
You love a guy one,
You want to be welcome,
But to be not destined to you.

I did not believe the gypsy
Went to walk on the field,
I narrow a bouquet of daisies
And he began to guess him.

- Love does not love!
No, no, he does not love me!
Gypsy truth told me
She words are true!

- Love does not love!
No, no, he does not love me!
Gypsy truth told me
She words are true!

Burned candles wax,
The coffin is covered with black velvet
And in that coffin lies the girl.
She lies and sleep tightly
And next to the coffin on the knees
Standing a young boy
He whispered by almy lips
Well, I have done with you.

When the coffin lowered the grave
Sun behind the mountain
In a green park on the alley
Hang the boy's boyfriend ...

- Love does not love!
No, no, he does not love me!
Gypsy truth told me
She words are true!

- Love does not love!
No, no, he does not love me!
Gypsy truth told me
She words are true!