translation:
I tell you all this:
There is a legend ,
Though the gypsy
Night under the moon
Dawn was approaching .
tearfully begged
persuade the gypsy
Day marry her.
& quot; Will you to death
His wife , & quot; -
quietly answered
From the sky the moon . -
& quot; But I 'll return
First child ,
That is born in the family.
I see that you are very
Want to get married ,
But you do not love children . & Quot;
You, Luna gold ,
Want to become a mother ,
To find happiness ,
But think , my dear,
He will suffer
Among black Gypsies:
A - a-a - a, a - a - a-a -
Bright moonlight boy .
The father - gypsy
A son :
white ermine
Amid the black backs,
With gray eyes ,
With the skin shiny -
Son of the Moon is real!
& quot; Devil's spawn !
Where did it?
I will not leave alone ! & Quot;
You, Luna gold ,
Want to become a mother ,
To find happiness ,
But think , my dear,
He will suffer
Among black Gypsies:
A - a-a - a, a - a - a-a -
Bright moonlight boy .
In a rage, the wife
Roma went ,
stepped close
He said to her with a knife :
& quot; Where did you work up ?
You cheated on me ! & Quot;
And stabbed her .
And then the child
In the dense forest carried her
And threw one there .
You, Luna gold ,
Want to become a mother ,
To find happiness ,
But think , my dear,
He will suffer
Among black Gypsies:
A - a-a - a, a - a - a-a -
Bright moonlight boy .
If the boy at night
Comfortably sleeps ,
With a full smile
The moon looks ,
Well, if you cry -
is fine
Crib child.
Well, if you cry -
is fine
Crib child.