Текст песни Ю.Ключарёва - Налейте крепкого вина

To pour the fire of love
Pour a good wine!
I want to sing the ringing guitars,
Let torn thin string!
It rings in my heart
And do not give me rest,
And the breadth of vast steppes
I keenly listens in silence.

Come to me, my faithful friend,
Grass overgrown your trail in the desert,
Not nice to me laughter girlfriends
And I no life without you.
Your gentle eyes must not be forgotten -
cheat fate was -
Separation bitter path
I was led to sadness.

Pour a good wine!
Let hops will flood the pain of separation.
I'm in a noisy one Tabor
Gone would be just for you.
But it does not help me wine,
Oblivion drunk - deceit!
I was given a consolation
Singing songs voiced Roma!