(Памяти Владимира Высоцкого, посвящается! А ну давай залётные, пошли-пошли-пошли-пошли Чтоб душа развернулась, наизнаночку... А вот он я весь, вот он! (..
В сон мне - желтые огни, И хриплю во сне я: - Повремени, повремени,- Утро мудренее! Но и утром всё не так, Нет того веселья: Или куришь натощак,
А я как окаянный, Просыпаюсь в холодной спальне, С кругами под глазами, Ставлю на кухне чайник. Сигарета натощак Да стакан чая, Нет, не тот я стал Не
A cool breeze was caressing The still of the night A camp fire was burning And flickering light Your body swayed As I played my guitar I don't know your
The first time was the best time The language you use You gotta be careful What you will choose And the first high was the best high You're made of flesh
The speculators made their money on the blood you shed Your momma's pulled the sheets up off your bed Profiteers on Jhames Street sold your shoes and
Every evening, eight o'clock The curtain's up, the band begins to play The mayor's there, his lovely wife's been Squeezed into the fashions of the day
They call They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man They call me a gypsy man 'Cause I don'
There was a gypsy came over the land, He sang so sweet and gaily. He sang beneath the wild wood tree And charmed the great lord's lady. The lord he did
His laugh was music to my ears it touched like summer sun But when I looked into his eyes my heart told me to run For there are so a wanderer a veever
(Dickie Peterson & Leigh Stephens) The gypsy wizard, he rattled His broken tattered tambourine And asked for me to share with him In this timeless dream
I think you're coming around again Your psychic told you that she thinks it's the end of the line You put on that smile again And somehow forget you were
I'm just a white boy, lived like a gypsy all my life One in a billion born with a baby-face like mine Got these boots made for rockin', kickin' ass
Hey gypsy, hey gypsy come on home Even if it's just to paint your wagon Old hobo, how long can this go on? She's mending socks and sittin' home a naggin
Went to see the gypsy Stayin' in a big hotel He smiled when he saw me coming And he said "Well, well, well" His room was dark and crowded Lights were
Romany soup I gotta get some ooo Romany Soup.
hey gipsy boy where do you come from? from the land (of the) new rising sun hey gipsy boy where do you plan to go to? i'm gonna spread a lot of love
Jackson Tennessee is the only place to start Close to Charlie's home and closer to his heart Me I'm a Southern boy man I love to ride 'Cause we're all
