Текст песни Юрий Щербаков - Разбудил меня стон в эту темную ночь

Woke me groan in this dark night ,
Before me stood a gypsy
And she asked me to help her ,
In the tent , her daughter died.

I went to watch over it , nice and pale,
On gypsy rags lying ,
From under the shawl color of breast young
Hot blood stream ran .

Leaned over her , his lips began to whisper :
"Oh, how much I loved him .
For betraying him for not being faithful to ( lie ) to me
I'm a pen knife stabbed in the chest .

He's gone from me, he loves me not ,
He left in the Orenburg steppe,
But the gypsy blood is hot and proud ,
Not clothe shameful chain.

Leaned closer to her , stopped breathing
In the east the dawn was engaged ,
Only still crying old mother
And the wide steppe worried .