Текст песни 2517 - Под цыганским солнцем

Brighter gold pieces, hotter fire;
The most dangerous robber Fink, the - girlish look.
Cold light gypsy sun, we till the morning,
On the water it draws pictures and tighter loop.

Chorus:
I stole from you parents,
I stole from you friends; -
To have no one to share you,
And do not let the morning.

Oaths - a fragile chain, dust and water.
The stone is broken on the stone. Stronger!
If we are to each other Prilep, but not forever.
Then we sew themselves - forever.

Chorus:
I stole from you parents,
I stole from you friends; -
To have no one to share you,
And do not let the morning.

Chorus:
I stole from you parents,
I stole from you friends; -
To have no one to share you,
And do not let the morning.

To have no one to share you,
And do not let the morning;
And do not let the morning.