Вячеслав Бутусов - Вариации на цыганские песни
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In sleep I am yellow lights
And I wheeze in a dream.
Take a time, time
Morning is wiser.

But in the morning everything is wrong
There is no fun.
Or smoke on an empty stomach
Or drink from a hangover

Eh, once, and again,
Yes, even many, many-many-many times ...
Oh, and once again, or you drink from a hangover ...

In taverns green barrel
And white napkins.
Paradise for beggars and jesters,
Well, like a bird in a cage

In the Church Smrad and twilight
The clerks smoke incense,
No, and everything is wrong in the church
Everything is not as it is necessary.

Yes ... oh time, and again,
Many, many times ...

I'm in a hurry to the mountain
So that something does not work out
And on the mountain there is alder,
And under the town of Cherry.

There would be a slope to see ivy-
I would have a joy,
Eh, at least something else
Everything is not as it should ...

Yes ... oh time, and again,
Many, many times ...
Oh, and once again,
Everything is not as it should

I then along the field along the river
Light-me, no God,
And in the clean field of cornflower
And a long road.

Along the road is a dense forest
With women-yaga,
And at the end of the road of that
Black with axes.

Somewhere horses are dancing to the beat
Reluctantly and smoothly
Everything is wrong along the road
And at the end - even more so

And neither the Church nor the tavern -
Nothing sacred
No guys everything is wrong
Everything is wrong, guys.

Yes ... oh time, and again,
Many, many times ...
Oh, and once again,
Everything is wrong, guys

Yes ... oh time, and again,
Many, many times ...
Oh, and once again,
Everything is wrong, guys