Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Моя Цыганская

I sleep yellow lights and hoarse in a dream
Having time having time wisen
But in the morning everything is not so there is no merry
Or smoke on an empty stomach or drink with a hangover

Chorus:
Yes uh eh times
Yes again
Yes many more many many times
Yes, once again many many times ...

In Kabak, green slop white napkins
Paradise for beggars and jesters me like a bird in a cage
In the Church of SMRAH and the twilight of Dicky smoke incense
No and everything is not so much in the church

Chorus.

I'm on the mountain hollow so that
And on the mountain is Olha and under the cherry mountain
At least a slope to melting me b and then
If anything else is still not as necessary

Chorus.

I am then on the field along the River of Light Darkness
And in the pure field of cornflower distant road
Along the road the forest is thick with Baba Yagami
And at the end of the road of that fall with axes

Somewhere horses are dancing reluctantly and smoothly
Along the road everything is not so at the end
And neither the church nor the casket is holy
No guys, everything is not so good guys!

Chorus.