Текст песни Владимир Высоцкий - Грусть Моя, Тоска Моя. Вариации На Цыганские Темы

I walked, I walked, advancing it to the heel, from the toe -
Feel - breathe and well ...
Suddenly a snake longing, melancholy green,
Contrived, I jumped at the neck.

I know it and did not know, changing the city -
And it whispers to me: & quot; As I waited! .. & Quot;
How now? Where to now? Why yes, when?
Sam got in touch with her, not wanting to.

One to go - all right, I can still -
His own judge, master-master.
I myself instead tie the indigenous under the arc -
It looks simple, but from within - tricky.

I do not slander, like harmful mites,
Dug in on itself, shake the shoulders,
Himself bichuyu I myself whipping -
So - no contradictions.

Bestow fate, or for money otovaritsya! -
I will pay you a tribute to the tomb.
My sadness, my longing - consumptive creature -
To what are tenacious Jubjub bird!

Not piknet morning - not as whips bichuy,
Night - bam! - With me on the side:
With someone else though night Tarry -
Gad will be, I'm not jealous!