Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Моя цыганская, artist - Григорий Лепс. Album song The Best, in the genre Русская эстрадаDate of issue: 22.11.2018
Record label: United Music Group
Song language: Russian language
Моя цыганская(original) |
| В сон мне — желтые огни, |
| И хриплю во сне я: |
| — Повремени, повремени, — |
| Утро мудренее! |
| Но и утром всё не так, |
| Нет того веселья: |
| Или куришь натощак, |
| Или пьешь с похмелья. |
| В кабаках — зеленый штоф, |
| Белые салфетки. |
| Рай для нищих и шутов, |
| Мне ж — как птице в клетке! |
| В церкви смрад и полумрак, |
| Дьякон курит ладан. |
| Нет! |
| И в церкви все не так, |
| Все не так, как надо. |
| Я — на гору впопыхах, |
| Чтоб чего не вышло. |
| А на горе стоит ольха, |
| А под горою вишня. |
| Хоть бы склон увить плющом, |
| Мне б и то отрада, |
| Хоть бы что-нибудь еще… |
| Все не так, как надо! |
| Я тогда по полю, вдоль реки. |
| Света — тьма, нет бога! |
| А в чистом поле васильки, |
| Дальняя дорога. |
| Вдоль дороги — лес густой |
| С Бабами-Ягами, |
| А в конце дороги той — |
| Плаха с топорами. |
| Где-то кони пляшут в такт, |
| Нехотя и плавно. |
| Вдоль дороги все не так, |
| А в конце — подавно. |
| И ни церковь, ни кабак — |
| Ничего не свято! |
| Нет, ребята, все не так, |
| Все не так, ребята! |
| (translation) |
| In my dream - yellow lights, |
| And I wheeze in my sleep: |
| — Wait, wait, — |
| Morning is wiser! |
| But in the morning it's not like that, |
| There is no such fun |
| Or smoke on an empty stomach |
| Or you drink with a hangover. |
| In taverns - green damask, |
| White napkins. |
| Paradise for beggars and jesters |
| I'm like a bird in a cage! |
| There is stench and twilight in the church, |
| The deacon smokes incense. |
| Not! |
| And everything is not so in the church, |
| Everything is not as it should be. |
| I am on the mountain in a hurry, |
| So that nothing happens. |
| And on the mountain stands an alder, |
| And under the mountain cherry. |
| If only the slope was entwined with ivy, |
| It would be a consolation for me, |
| At least something else... |
| Everything is not right! |
| I then across the field, along the river. |
| Light is darkness, there is no god! |
| And in the open field of cornflowers, |
| Long road. |
| Along the road - dense forest |
| With Baba-Yagas, |
| And at the end of that road - |
| Block with axes. |
| Somewhere the horses are dancing to the beat, |
| Reluctantly and smoothly. |
| Along the road, everything is wrong, |
| And in the end - even more so. |
| And neither the church nor the tavern - |
| Nothing is sacred! |
| No guys, it's not like that |
| It's not like that guys! |