Текст песни Вадим Козин - Мой костер в тумане светит

My fire in the fog shines
Sparks are going out on the fly ...
At night, no one will be met,
We are on the bridge.
In parting, shawl with fringe
You pull the knot on me.
As it ends, we have agreed with you these days.
Someone I predict the fate,
Someone tomorrow, my dear,
On my chest I untie the knot tied with you?
Remember, if different, other sweet loving,
She will sing songs playing on your lap you.
The night passed, and spozaranok
At the steppes far, my dear,
I'll go with a crowd of nomadic gypsies for kibitka.
My fire in the fog shines
Sparks are going out on the fly.
At night, no one will be met,
We are on the bridge.