Текст песни Александр Вертинский - В степи молдаванской

Quiet sleepy stretch hearse
And sighing, crawling down the slope.
And the sad looks on the road
At the well Christ crucified.

What's the wind in the Moldavian steppe!
How to sing under his feet the earth!
And it is easy to me with the soul of a gypsy
Roaming, no love!

As these paintings are close to me,
What I see, I know damn!
And two swallows as the girls,
Escorted me to a concert.

What's the wind in the Moldavian steppe!
How to sing under his feet the earth!
And it is easy to me with the soul of a gypsy
Roaming, no love!

Call the far quietly, I hearken
At the Dniester River on green meadow.
And the Russian sweet land
I learned on the other side.

And when asleep birch
And the field calm down to sleep,
Oh, how sweet, how painful it through the tears
At least look at his native country ...