Текст песни Юрий Зыков - Цыганка нагадала мне

They say that time heals all wounds,
But the distant winter evening
I untwist again
As a roulette in a casino.
It is the fate of my forerunner,
Outstanding candles,
Unsaid word,
Unfinished wine.

Chorus: Gypsy foretold to me about a long journey,
        What happens along the way, so you solve itself.
        We did not arrive to the devil, but moved away from God,
        We have not lost their mind, though crazy.

All vague and shaky.
Maybe out where the error?
Maybe one night we broadcast
Void coming years.
Maybe sticky tune,
What sweetly singing violin,
Nothing is promised, and
He was a prophet of new troubles.

Chorus.

As sometimes you do not want
We disturb the myth of Troy.
Trojan horse, fidget,
Beats, hooves clattering.
And I do not build illusions,
Trump, I'll get it.
Hey, gypsy, I will go
Out of the frying pan into the fire.

Chorus.