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Description
Lyricist: Народные
Composer Lyricist: Кузнецов Иоанн Георгиевич
Lyrics and translation
Original
Ай вы цыгане сидели на поляне, ай вы цыгане сидели на поляне, три садика делина, цыганочка весела, да ждала, думала, думала, подумала.
Ай вы цыгане сидели на поляне, ай вы цыгане сидели на поляне, три садика делина, цыганочка весела, да ждала, думала, думала, подумала.
Ай один цыган не пьет, не гуляет, ай один цган не пьет, не гуляет, три садика делина, цыганочка весела, да ждала, думала, думала, подумала.
Под лунным рассветом танцуют тени. Огонь никогда не погаснет.
Люди наполнены светом.
Улицы, улицы, улицы, улицы шепчут выбери путь. Карты земли, скрипка любви.
Табор не спит, проснулись в ночь встречать рассвет.
Все мои братья на связи, светят костры в нашей стае. Свобода боли в наших жилах. Спасибо Богу за небо.
Ай вы цыгане сидели на поляне, ай вы цыгане сидели на поляне, три садика делина, цыганочка весела, да ждала, думала, думала, подумала.
English translation
Oh, you gypsies were sitting in a clearing, oh, you gypsies were sitting in a clearing, there were three kindergartens, the gypsy girl was cheerful, and she was waiting, thinking, thinking, thinking.
Oh, you gypsies were sitting in a clearing, oh, you gypsies were sitting in a clearing, there were three kindergartens, the gypsy girl was cheerful, and she was waiting, thinking, thinking, thinking.
Oh, only the gypsy doesn’t drink, doesn’t go out, oh, only the gypsy doesn’t drink, doesn’t go out, three kindergartens are shared, the gypsy girl is cheerful, but she waited, thought, thought, thought.
Shadows dance under the moonlight. The fire will never go out.
People are filled with light.
Streets, streets, streets, streets whisper, choose the path. Maps of the earth, violin of love.
Tabor does not sleep, we woke up at night to greet the dawn.
All my brothers are in touch, fires are shining in our flock. Freedom of pain in our veins. Thank God for heaven.
Oh, you gypsies were sitting in a clearing, oh, you gypsies were sitting in a clearing, there were three kindergartens, the gypsy girl was cheerful, and she was waiting, thinking, thinking, thinking.