Текст песни Е.КамбуровА - Конь при дороге траву щипал...

A horse by the roadside grass pinched
Night came and the horse disappeared
If you go for a horse vosled
Soon the light will flash for the hills
It is located a happy camp
The mill is located vagabond gypsies
There, on the hills under the ringing guitar
I heard the song of yore
The trail wound through a little dusk
From a distance, a distance chudilas
The encampment is in the old songs
There were no words, except for "Oh" and "Ah".
What is so drawn to me
What attracts so on high beam
If the Gypsy traditions
Even these words are not
There is nothing in the night ramblers
There is nothing in them are not
If there was a soul in Roma
The song she left the steppe