Текст песни Ф.Киркоров и М.Распутина - ...Табор уходит в небо...

In the morning leaves motley camp
   The long journey by us
   Two hearts close this evening
   But in his last
   
   Time with the fate so cruel
   Close parting hour
   You and a gypsy evening together
   But in his last
   
   Let broken heart
   But nowhere to go
   Your she will never
   
   Each night let you dream Djalma
   Wound in the heart, memories - Djalma
   He loves and suffers hot blood of Gypsies
   Only the wind knows how many heart wounds
   Queen of the Gypsies, as the cranes to the south
   There, where the stars sing about love
   
   Each night let you dream Djalma
   Wound in the heart, memories - Djalma
   He loves and suffers hot blood of Gypsies
   Only the wind knows how many heart wounds
   Queen of the Gypsies, as the cranes to the south
   There, where the stars sing about love
   
   It goes on light motley camp
   The long journey by us
   With a young gypsy starry night
   It was last
   
   Heart suddenly remembered something
   And look at you
   Her eyes - glow of fire
   
   Each night let you dream Djalma
   Wound in the heart, memories - Djalma
   He loves and suffers hot blood of Gypsies
   Only the wind knows how many heart wounds
   Queen of the Gypsies, as the cranes to the south
   There, where the stars sing about love
   
   Each night let you dream Djalma
   Wound in the heart, memories - Djalma
   He loves and suffers hot blood of Gypsies
   Only the wind knows how many heart wounds
   Queen of the Gypsies, as the cranes to the south
   There, where the stars sing about love
   
   Each night let you dream Djalma
   Wound in the heart, memories - Djalma
   He loves and suffers hot blood of Gypsies
   Only the wind knows how many heart wounds
   Queen of the Gypsies, as the cranes to the south
   There, where the stars sing about love