Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Цыганская песня

Amnem sadness weighs on me, in the pool pulls me, -
     Why does any word hurt today?
     Just somewhere nearby, the gypsies stood camp
     And disturb the soul in the evenings.
     
     And like strings, poplars sing.
     La la la la la la la la la la la!
     And the earth rings like a guitar.
     La la la la la la la la la la la!
     
     I will drown the longing in the river, I will steal even the night, -
     Bonfires burn in the steppe and the flame beckons me.
     Soul and shirt - oh! - tear to pieces, -
     Just help me, gypsies!
     
     I walk all to the ruble!
     La la la la la la la la la la la!
     Let the gypsy sing me, naughty.
     La la la la la la la la la la la!
     
     Everything asleep in me - the strings will wake up again
     All overgrown with past - let it bloom with flowers!
     Good people will forgive, and evil - let them condemn -
     I, gypsies, will stay with you!
     
     You won’t wait for me, loop!
     La la la la la la la la la la la!
     Pour song, like rain on the fields!
     La la la la la la la la la la la!