Текст песни Белогвардейский цыганский романс - станцуй, цыганочка, ты мне

Station, Gipsy, you tell me
Farewell dance before the battle
Do not drown grief in wine,
Light of the Virgin in prayer.

And tomorrow will be aiguillettes
The blood splattered hot.
The dress uniform dying dandies
Lieutenant, you're crying now.

But the heart does not help the tears.
For honor, for valor, for bravery!
A letter is not written on the road,
You nervously rvesh and zhzhesh paper.

Splyashem, Gipsy, please.
His dance of passion filigree,
I put out the candle in silence,
The pain subsides minute in wounds.

In love with you I'm ready,
You kiss me so happy.
But tomorrow will send a death in the ditch.
What, O Lord, shame.

You put your arms around his neck gently,
From your caresses burning in the night.
Overcoat camp take off.
From bullets and passion die.

Station, Gipsy, you tell me
Farewell dance before funeral feast,
My soul is on fire ...
In the battle killed for the Fatherland.

Thank you!

Created 29.04.2012 goda.15 songs: 00.