Южная Ночь [Yuzhnaya noch'] [English translation]

The tears are running down, it’s time to flee,

A star is fading away in the sky.

I’ll never be able to forget

A gypsy girl in a motley skirt.

I was walking along the seashore from a small railway station,

The night was coming down the sea.

But a gypsy girl, that gypsy girl

Just went past.

Sing for me, South night,

Take away my dream.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Save me from the sadness.

Sing for me, South night,

And kiss me right in lips.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Sing, gipsy dream-girl.

Everything, that will come true, will be soon forgotten,

Covered with oblivion,

But the gipsy girl won’t be forgotten

In her motley skirt.

And I shall definitely tell:

Maybe the years are going away,

The time is rushing, but the dream remains

Out of time.

Sing for me, South night,

Take away my dream.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Save me from the sadness.

Sing for me, South night,

And kiss me right in lips.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Sing, gipsy dream-girl.

Sing for me, South night,

Take away my dream.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Save me from the sadness.

Sing for me, South night,

And kiss me right in lips.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Sing, gipsy dream-girl.

Sing for me, South night,

Take away my dream.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Save me from the sadness.

Sing for me, South night,

And kiss me right in lips.

Sing, gipsy daughter,

Sing, gipsy dream-girl.

• Artist:Murat Nasyrov
• Album:Моя История(1998)