Текст песни Ирина Муравьева - Дайте ходу пароходу

Let the ship go
Dissolve the sails
Give the boy freedom
For the beautiful eyes.

I sat and was sad
At the open window,
Suddenly all in ragged rags
A gypsy came up to me.

She came up and asked for a pen:
- Give me a fortune-telling pen,
All that was and will be
I can tell you.

You have a wound in your heart -
You love the guy alone
You want to become his wife
But you are not destined.

He loves beautiful girls,
Playing cards, drinking wine,
Though you follow him to the grave
He, a tramp, doesn’t care.

And since then, and from that sadness
I went to the field for a walk,
There I got a bouquet of daisies
And I began to guess at them:

- Love does not love!
Oh no, he doesn’t love me!
The gypsy told me the truth
She is true to her words!

Arriving home, she grabbed
Lying Knife on the table,
And stuck in a young chest
She will not be on earth ...

Wax candles burn
The coffin is covered with black velvet
And in front of the coffin on his knees
A young boy is sitting.

Love does not love,
Oh no, he doesn’t love me,
The gypsy told me the truth
She is true to her words.

Let the ship go
Dissolve the sails
Give the boy freedom
For the beautiful eyes.