Текст песни Елена Ваенга - Вдоль по степи, в жёлтую даль

Along the steppe, the yellow dal
Roma went again , but not young ,
Many knew and loved many
He lives in his crazy .

CHORUS:
But he does not have nor scrip , nor prison ,
no horse, no wife ,
One daughter lives somewhere ,
Only she loves and waits ...

Many roads and distant countries
He proceeded far and wide,
But could not find a way in love,
And he found that not saved .

What his soul?
Cradle , but the fire
Head, yes, put . Yes on the palm .
Oh, do not wake , do not touch ,
After all , sleeping gypsy with gray head ...