Текст песни Вика Цыганова - Когда я вернусь в Россию...

Gypsy wondered old
I stroked the palm of his hand
And I whispered goodbye
Do not see sweet home
You can not go back to the edge of my dear
And you will not see sweet home

And I go back to Russia at dawn
And I go back to my city on the river
And I'll come back even after death
With a broken heart, a wounded soul
And I come home holy and sinful
Vodka warm voice of my patient
My soul is crying inconsolably
When I get when I come back
I'm sweet home

I dreamed of a prophetic dream recently
Cross over my grave
And I sang a song about separation
Crazy Russian nightingale
And he sang me of a forgotten house
Crazy Russian nightingale

But I will return to Russia at dawn
And I go back to my city on the river
And I'll come back even after death
With a broken heart, a wounded soul
And I come home holy and sinful
Vodka warm voice of my patient
My soul is crying inconsolably
When I get when I come back
I'm sweet home

Gypsy old prediction
And the dream of death - it does not matter
For all given to me as a punishment
My fate hobo
Dana I can see as punishment
My fate hobo

But I will return to Russia at dawn
And I go back to my city on the river
And I'll come back even after death
With a broken heart, a wounded soul
And I come home holy and sinful
Vodka warm voice of my patient
My soul is crying inconsolably
When I get when I come back
I'm sweet home