Текст песни Жека - Най-на-на-на..

The month is taken out of its scabbard,
The stars are sharp to the point of pain
Wormwood whispers her name
Bitterness in an open field,
No one sees my wound
From the throat to the collarbone
This is the love of a gypsy
Blood oozes into the grass.

Paying a high price
With your age-old longing,
Hot veins cry
With a silver string
And all because the fogs
In the steppe they don't marry me with her,
If I die, mom,
Then let her not know.

I can't live without your love,
And love is short.
There is no need for me to drink bitter
If life isn't sweet anyway.
Take me away with the crow
At least to the end of the earth, at least to the end,
Maybe the pain of the heart will go away there
And the soul will drive away the sorrow.

The road ran far
Under the feet of a black horse,
The owl was crying across the river
And the shore bent like a horseshoe.
Dawn fell like a bride
Dew on a distant hillock
There was no place in the world for me
And the blood dried up like a crust.