Сказка Виолет. - Сын Луны - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

According to the stories of the grandfather ....

There is one legend ...

About the crazy gypsy that the moon prayed to dawn among the mountains.

About Love Gypsies, about the beautiful wedding, about the family for a long time ...

It's in my authorities, Virgo in passion, answered the moon, but for happiness you should give me, then the child is the firstborn you have ...

This is your victim, for love Gypsy and a dream for me ...

Oh Moon in the Star Sky, Ishikhshch is even love, you want to become a mother. Tell me tell me: Why, why do you like this child?

Aaaaa ...

Aaaaa ...

This is the son of the lunar ...

Speall Gypsy, in the night of vague.

Given the Gypsy Son in the storm.

Baby with eyes, lunar big, small albino ...

With the skin of the snow, and the wind gust happiness was carried out ...

Oh Moon in the Star Sky, Ishikhshch is even love, you want to become a mother. Tell me tell me: Why, why do you like this child?

Aaaaa ...

Aaaaa ...

This is the son of the lunar ...

He is not a son of Tsygan! - he exclaimed.

And mortally wounded, wife with a blade.

Wounded right in the heart, and the door closed in the life of gypsy crazy ...

He took the child in his hands, and brought to flour, in the forest under the dark mountain ...

Oh Moon in the Star Sky, Ishikhshch is even love, you want to become a mother. Tell me tell me: Why, why do you like this child?

Aaaaa ...

Aaaaa ...

This is the son of the lunar ...

At night, the baby quietly crying ...

And in the darkness of the son of the son hides ...

In the shadow of the cradle, so that the birds sang over his head ...

And when laughs, the lunar light is pouring, over a huge earth ..